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bloodhound lil jeff - fighting death كلمات أغنية

[intro: bloodhound lil jeff]
(judeh productions)
(ayo, hustler, we gotta stack that guap, fool)
yeah, yeah, all that (old_ass goofy)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, die y, f_ck the opps, man
these n_ggas know how the f_ck we rockin’
these n_ggas know who we talkin’ to too, b_tch_ass n_ggas

[chorus: bloodhound lil jeff]
i’m king draco, got my name off drac and splittin’ n_ggas’ sh_t
jump out the whips, they get to runnin’, fallin’, trippin’ over sh_t
i got too mad ’bout my lil’ bousin, glock 23 and he can’t miss (brrt, brrt)
swing on my like fightin’ death (uh_huh), f_ck i look like throwin’ fists?
every glock, it got a switch with fifty shots up in the clip (brrt)
see blue lights, it’s time to dip, glock 30s, it got a grip
they can’t go post up on their strip, pull up, send shots and then we dip
big_ass glock, it’s by my hip, they bag him up just like a zip

[verse 1: bloodhound lil jeff & rell vert]
just rеady the striker by an exit
wе tote glocks, no smith & wessons
if he sneeze, give him a blessin’ and send his dumb ass right to heaven
n_ggas b_tches, won’t address me
i know they probably wanna stretch me
my first hit, caught two for one like some cake from little debby
shoot my glock and watch ’em run
we stretch n_ggas out for fun
always got the biggest gun
can’t compare, i’m one of one
shoot my glock and watch ’em run (alright, lil vert)
we stretch n_ggas out for fun
always got the biggest gun (alright, alright)
can’t compare, i’m one of one (alright, gang)
[verse 2: rell vert]
long live jeff, he was one of none
when you talk about bodies, bro up a ton
n_gga diss my bro, cut out his tongue
n_gga say he want smoke, cut out his lungs
do him so dirty, he got popped while his n_gga run (let’s go)
made him fall, we was doin’ this sh_t just for fun
ain’t got your bl!ck, you better shoot or you better run, uh, uh (run then, scary_ass n_gga)
but i always keep my bl!ck
catch an opp, he get hit in his sh_t
79 my block, who you see me with (let’s go)
won’t tote no glock if it ain’t got a stick (uh)
and that b_tch gotta have a switch
a glock 23 got lighter kick (kick)
i’ll shoot a n_gga, i ain’t with all that fightin’ sh_t
lil’ b_tch a ho and you think i’m gon’ wife you, b_tch?
if i get locked, hope a b_tch never writing sh_t
a drac’ and a hot, got that lil jeff type of kit
won’t get in that car if it ain’t got a tint (uh_uh)
you tellin’ me slide, but you ain’t never slid (did sh_t)
steppin’ down my block, type of sh_t i represent
he was woofin’ online, next week, he heaven sent (woofin’_ass n_gga)
i’m still in the ‘raq, check my residence
mask and gloves, leave no evidence
lil vert turnt up, gotta look like the president
lil vert up next, your boyfriend a [?] (dumbass)
don’t care if it’s rainin’, we gon’ spin, f_ck the weather
four n_ggas f_cked him up and now he a [?]
can’t compete with me, every opp i’m better than
b_tch love me, she talkin’ ’bout i’m heaven sent
f_cked her friend, ain’t leave no evidence (on bro)
(look, i was just up on the block with a big_ass glock, i ain’t duckin’ sh_t)
n_gga wanna rap beef, i ain’t with it, catch a bucket, b_tch
n_ggas be on sucker sh_t, talkin’ ’bout did i f_ck his b_tch
catch an opp and bust his sh_t
i throw oof and scored a bucket, b_tch
[chorus: bloodhound lil jeff]
i’m king draco, got my name off drank and splittin’ n_ggas’ sh_t
jump out the whips, they get to runnin’, fallin’, trippin’ over sh_t
i got too mad ’bout my lil’ bousin, glock 23 and he can’t miss (brrt, brrt)
swing on my like fightin’ death (uh_huh), f_ck i look like throwin’ fists?
every glock, it got a switch with fifty shots up in the clip (brrt)
see blue lights, it’s time to dip, glock 30s, it got a grip
they can’t go post up on their strip, pull up, send shots and then we dip
big_ass glock, it’s by my hip, they bag him up just like a zip, gang

[outro: bloodhound lil jeff & bloodhound q50]
these n_ggas can’t see me or be me (b_tch_ass n_ggas)
you know how the f_ck we rockin’, how the f_ck we comin’, man (we not puttin’ sh_t up either, we not puttin’ sh_t up)
these n_ggas hoes, man, yeah, gang (on folks grave, n_ggas want that smoke, come push up)

- bloodhound lil jeff

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