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bloodhound lil jeff - trx كلمات أغنية

[intro]
set myself up like that
brrt (i was tryna steal dude weed, foe)

[chorus]
thirty shot glock 10 go through you and your man
i’m slimin’ you out even if you my friend (you know that)
that n_gga ranned off, bet he won’t run again
i’ma pay what it cost for the gang to get in
we slide, jump out, k!ll you and your friend (you know that)
i might troll on the ‘net, but they know i spin (you know that)
this sh_t all raw, i cannot pretend (uh_uh)
my gang full of savages, your ass do not blend (you know that)

[verse]
when you see me don’t smile, don’t think i’m playin’ (don’t think that)
this gen5 glock, this b_tch won’t jam (uh_uh)
f_ck my new opps and, b_tch, f_ck bam (f_ck bam)
slide caught a flight and still ain’t land (d_mn)
trx, this b_tch a ram (this b_tch a ram)
thought we was cool, your ass ain’t gang (goofy)
we left the opps soaked in the rain
switchy, fifty hit his face (brrt, brrt)
thought he was safe, pull where he stay
don’t want no glock, pass mе the drac’ (uh_uh)
kick down your door and take your safe (you know that)
bеfore i go to sleep, i pray that i catch an opp next day
i spank ass, then i skip states (you know that)
only get a pass if your sh_t fake
i don’t steal, b_tch, i take
when it’s time to hit a l!ck, i put on my cape (d_mn)
12 tried to box me in, wrong guy, you late
tried to chase me on foot, started hoppin’ gates (you know that)
i treat the bird, f_ck the jakes (skrrt)
havin’ shootouts every state (you know that)
bounce out, why you runnin’ when you know that i’ma chase you? (brrt, brrt)
i’m in bali on the hills, i was just in the bas_m_nt (d_mn)
abort the mission, don’t want no baby
i lost my mind, but i ain’t sh_t like jason (i ain’t)
this a big_ass glock, never had a .380
this a big_ass chop like it came from the navy
we want top sliders, n_ggas with faces
don’t want your bop, that b_tch too basic
n_ggas want clout and they always chasin’
can’t hit this ‘wood, b_tch, i’m facin’ (you can’t, f_ck out my face, lil’ boy)
[chorus]
thirty shot glock 10 go through you and your man
i’m slimin’ you out even if you my friend
that n_gga ranned off, bet he won’t run again
i’ma pay what it cost for the gang to get in
we slide, jump out, k!ll you and your friend (brrt)
i might troll on the ‘net, but they know i spin
this sh_t all raw, i cannot pretend
my gang full of savages, your ass do not blend

[outro]
uh_uh, b_tch, your ass do not blend
this sh_t, i cannot fake, i cannot pretend
you know that

- bloodhound lil jeff

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