l.a.x. - bloodhound lil jeff lyrics
[intro]
(who is shax, n*gga?)
(dodo, what’s the word?)
[chorus]
l.a.x, all red, i’m bleedin’
n*ggas woofin’, ain’t doin’ no t**th
five shots to the chest, now his ass ain’t breathin’
get robbed or get stretched, they gon’ say i’m the reason
soft as a b*tch, he ain’t no demon
tryna have my kids, you tweakin’
need 2 perc’ 30’s, i’m fiendin’
you’ll think it’s a switch by how i swing it
[verse]
n*ggas started k!llin’ me, they was dreamin’
i’ll leave a n*gga face stuck on the cement
i’ll go broke, i’ma kick yo’ door
i’m up 10, playin’ ball like a pro’
right now at shake shack gettin’ a burger to go
can’t trust that b*tch, she might drop my lo’
naw, i f*ck with 30 raw, might catch me on the 4
keepin’ all rose gold, prolly catch me with yo’ hoe
he a b*tch with a gun that hе ain’t gon’ blow
n*ggas always runnin’ when the smoke gеttin’ close
caught an opp early morning ’cause his ass likes toast
ain’t givin’ no pass, b*tch, i’m always on go
we really spank ass and i know y’all know
straight edge, jeep fast, flyin’ this b*tch home
we get back fast, never take too long
hold on, think fast, don’t get yo’ ass smoked
my opps down bad, just check the score
high speed, don’t crash, i don’t wanna throw my 5
i don’t give no pass, you get caught, you gon’ die
f*ck all my opps, b*tch, i’m die y
on my way to hit a l!ck, i’m on a demon right, flyin’
opps ain’t get back, they ass steady dyin’
steady gettin’ they ass patched and they mommas keep cryin’
i’m finna get rich or i’m finna die tryin’
he got hit with a nick’, and his ass start whinin’
i ain’t gotta get back, i’m the first to start slidin’
shots go off, and then you hear sirens
i take yo j’ before i buy it
great aim, good aim with the glock
straight edge, sn*tch off on the cops
b*tches wanna eat d*ck ’cause they know i smoke opps
we really spank sh*t, turn zy into za’
[bridge]
we really spank sh*t, turn zy into za’
smoke yo’ ass like some za
don’t get yo’ ass smoked like some za’
brrr, brrr
[chorus]
l.a.x, all red, i’m bleedin’
n*ggas woofin’, ain’t doin’ no t**th
five shots to the chest, now his ass ain’t breathin’
get robbed or get stretched, they gon’ say i’m the reason
soft as a b*tch, he ain’t no demon
tryna have my kids, you tweakin’
need 2 perc’ 30’s, i’m fiendin’
you’ll think it’s a switch by how i swing it
[outro]
b*tch, you’ll think it’s a switch by how i swing it
need 2 perc’ 30’s, i’m tweakin’
tryna have my kids, you tweakin’
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