Bloody – Song and Lyrics by 6ix9ine

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Bloody’ by 6ix9ine. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 6ix9ine or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

It’s Plata O Plomo for these niggas
Lacrim, let that shit breathe!
It’s TR—

Watch me do my money dance, money dance
Get the money, do the running man, running man
Tell a f*ck nigga, “sink or swim, sink or swim”
F*ck nigga, we gon’ spin your bid, and spin again (and again!)
Watch me do my money dance, money dance
Get the money, do the running man, running man
Tell a f*ck nigga, “sink or swim, sink or swim”
F*ck nigga, we gon’ spin your bid, and spin again (and again!)

Y a des gros bâtards qui m’aiment pas que j’verrais bien dead
J’te nique ta mère et j’roule un pét’
Cocaïne, gros, c’est tainp’ et du champagne
T’es pas là quand ça chauffe, quand ça bang-bang
Allez-y, oui j’ai réussi
On peut commencer à se rafaler au Uzi
J’suis petit dans le 850i
J’vous laisse sur Paname à vous envoyer des piques, wow wow
J’ai mes p’tits d’Fresnes, j’t’envoie deux tocranes dans l’appui-tête
On te baise, rebeu, y a personne qui t’aide
En face du beh beh beh, gars tu bégayes
Une icône, d’l’alcool et tu ko-ni ko-mo
Seul, j’ai pas besoin que tu follow
À New-York, on est pas des rigolos
C’est des millions que l’on gère du bigo

Watch me do my money dance, money dance
Get the money, do the running man, running man
Tell a f*ck nigga, “sink or swim, sink or swim”
F*ck nigga, we gon’ spin your bid, and spin again (and again!)
Watch me do my money dance, money dance
Get the money, do the running man, running man
Tell a f*ck nigga, “sink or swim, sink or swim”
F*ck nigga, we gon’ spin your bid, and spin again (and again!)

Trust me, we got plenty choppas
Big choppas, blocka blocka
We gon’ headshot ya, we gon’ hit you in the noggin
Leave you flat bitch, flat on the pavement
You a stain, bitch, hit you in yo’ brain, bitch
Run up in your crib and kick in ya door
I empty out the clip and reload
Tie your body up and leave you on the road
F*ck niggas better stick to the code
I told you niggas that I’m always with the action
If I’m riding with that, I’ma clap shit
F*ck that semi shit, my shit automatic
And you know that I’ma use that in traffic

Watch me do my money dance, money dance
Get the money, do the running man, running man
Tell a f*ck nigga, “sink or swim, sink or swim”
F*ck nigga, we gon’ spin your bid, and spin again (and again!)
Watch me do my money dance, money dance
Get the money, do the running man, running man
Tell a f*ck nigga, “sink or swim, sink or swim”
F*ck nigga, we gon’ spin your bid, and spin again (and again!)