BlueBucksClan – LAX Lyrics
Artist: BlueBucksClan
Song: LAX
She said, “Where you goin’?”
She said, “Where you goin’?” To a check
Why you get so fly like a jet?
All my kicks hard, David Beck’
All these Gucci stripes, ain’t no refs
My n#gg#s hit sh#t like Madden
Blowin’ fire like a dragon
We ride big coupes, f#ck a wagon
Race in sport mode, yeah, I’m draggin’
If you see me with the b#tch, best believe I’m smashin’
Beat that p#ss# down, yeah, hit it, car crashin’
Double F and G’s all on me, ain’t sh#t average
Every day I’m fly, b#tch, I feel like Aladdin
All these hoes on me, yeah, I feel like a magnet
Givenchy jeans, Louis V, yeah, I’m splashin’
I don’t cuff no b#tch, yeah, you know that I’m passin’
Christian Loubs on the pedal, b#tch, I’m gassin’
She said, “Where you goin’?” To a check
Hit her from the back, I’m the best
She said, “Where you goin’?” To a check
She know I get fly, LAX
She know I get high as a jet
Every time I walk, Gucci steps
Every day, I’m a bloody mess
Took it out her mouth, shot it on her chest
Damn, baby, all I need is a lil’ bit
She askin’ twenty-one questions like I’m 50 Cent
I’m talkin’ to hoes, tellin’ ’em I ain’t got a b#tch
Look at this ‘fit, it ain’t a secret we gettin’ chips
I’m off the Henny, talkin’ sh#t like I’m Shannon Sharpe
Woke up in Sams, make it rain, Noah’s Ark
That #ss fat, them t#tt#es soft, I need parts
I wake up gettin’ top, that’s a head-start
We really in the field, b#tch, I got a mouthpiece
You been bustin’ down, gettin’ blessed all week
I told that b#tch, “I’ma call you, don’t call me”
Givenchy tees, Louis V, that’s a large fee
Balenciaga runners like I’m at a track meet
We ain’t trippin’ off no hoes, man, they all freaks
And I’ma get these cleats dirty for that ten-piece
I told her #ss I’m movin’ on, now she miss me
She said, “Where you goin’?” To a check
Hit her from the back, I’m the best
She said, “Where you goin’?” To a check
She know I get fly, LAX
She know I get high as a jet
Every time I walk, Gucci steps
Every day, I’m a bloody mess
Took it out her mouth, shot it on her chest
f#ck the feds, free my friends
f#ck a Jag, I want a Benz
f#ck that b#tch, I want her friend
We got thirties, they extend
Bad b#tch getter, yeah, I pick and choose
Yeah, I only hit your b#tch ’cause I ain’t have sh#t to do
All these G’s all on me, yeah, I’m drippin’, fool
If I’m at a pool party, then it’s two pools
I’m with Neezy and Little, I’m with two fools
Smackin’ sh#t every night, we in new shoes
Young wild n#gg#, yeah, chasin’ after blues [Bucks
All the sh#t that we hittin’, we the wreckin’ crew
In the Benz in the wind, yeah, skatin’
Bad b#tch eat the dick like she cravin’
I’ma give her good D like the Ravens
Bustin’ down all these scripts like patients
She said, “Where you goin’?” To a check
Hit her from the back, I’m the best
She said, “Where you goin’?” To a check
She know I get fly, LAX
She know I get high as a jet
Every time I walk, Gucci steps
Every day, I’m a bloody mess
Took it out her mouth, shot it on her chest
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BlueBucksClan Lyrics – LAX
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From the album:
Clan Way [Explicit]
Release Year: 2019