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Joule - In My Blood Lyrics



Joule - In My Blood Lyrics
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This shit pumping through my veins like a IV
I was destined I was chosen for this, why me?
Niggas hating instigating, it ain't my beef
My lil lady eat my dick up like it's prime meat
Bitch I'm booted I'm computing like its IT
Corner store I'm copping woods I don't get ID'd
Probably watching only see far as the eye see
We stir up the pot
Work up the block
Don't give a f*ck what you heard, it's just talk
I'm on my way to the top ain't no stopping that
Look at ya face looking shocked cause we popping back
I used to scrape off the top just to pop a tag
Now I be making my bitch hold my shopping bags
Very specific I need it my way ain't no talking back
F*ck is these f*ck niggas talking about?
Ship in a brick we gone chop it down
Organized crime like El Chapo now
Jack in a box how we hopping out
Walk in that bitch with a glock and
I don't give a f*ck if it's not aloud
Close your mouth, don't speak on it, pockets empty
From the south passed the border we not friendly
Money calling want it all every penny
Want my soul want my shine probably many
Watch me go watch me ball I got plenty
King of the pentacles I said it I meant it all
Used to collect call but now you can't get a call
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This shit pumping through my veins like a IV
I was destined I was chosen for this, why me?
Niggas hating instigating, it ain't my beef
My lil lady eat my dick up like it's prime meat
Bitch I'm booted I'm computing like its IT
Corner store I'm copping woods I don't get ID'd
Probably watching only see far as the eye see
We stir up the pot
Work up the block
Don't give a f*ck what you heard, it's just talk
I'm on my way to the top ain't no stopping that
Look at ya face looking shocked cause we popping back
I used to scrape off the top just to pop a tag
Now I be making my bitch hold my shopping bags
Very specific I need it my way ain't no talking back
F*ck is these f*ck niggas talking about?
Ship in a brick we gone chop it down
Organized crime like El Chapo now
Jack in a box how we hopping out
Walk in that bitch with a glock and
I don't give a f*ck if it's not aloud
Close your mouth, don't speak on it, pockets empty
From the south passed the border we not friendly
Money calling want it all every penny
Want my soul want my shine probably many
Watch me go watch me ball I got plenty
King of the pentacles I said it I meant it all
Used to collect call but now you can't get a call
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Writer: Julian Pacheco
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Performed By: Joule
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Julian Pacheco

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