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LAX Lyrics by BlueBucksClan, from the album “Clan Way“, music has been produced by Stompdownproductions, and LAX song lyrics are penned down by BlueBucksClan DJ & Jeeezy.

LAX Lyrics

She said, “Where you goin’?”

She said, “Where you goin’?” To a check (To a check)
Why you get so fly like a jet? (Like a jet)
All my kicks hard, David Beck’ (David Beck’)
All these Gucci stripes, ain’t no refs (Ain’t no refs)
My niggas hit shit like Madden (Like Madden)
Blowin’ fire like a dragon (Dragon)
We ride big coupes, fuck a wagon (Fuck a wagon)
Race in sport mode, yeah, I’m draggin’ (Yeah, I’m draggin’)
If you see me with the bitch, best believe I’m smashin’
Beat that pussy down, yeah, hit it, car crashin’ (Car crashin’)
Double F and G’s all on me, ain’t shit average (Lil’ bitch)
Every day I’m fly, bitch, I feel like Aladdin (Like Aladdin)
All these hoes on me, yeah, I feel like a magnet (Like a magnet)
Givenchy jeans, Louis V, yeah, I’m splashin’ (Yeah, I’m splashin’)
I don’t cuff no bitch, yeah, you know that I’m passin’ (Yeah, I’m passin’)
Christian Loubs on the pedal, bitch, I’m gassin’ (Yeah, 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 (Is a lil’ bit)
She askin’ twenty-one questions like I’m 50 Cent (Like I’m 50 Cent)
I’m talkin’ to hoes, tellin’ ’em I ain’t got a bitch (I ain’t got a bitch)
Look at this ‘fit, it ain’t a secret we gettin’ chips (Gettin’ chips)
I’m off the Henny, talkin’ shit like I’m Shannon Sharpe (Like I’m Shay Sharpe)
Woke up in Sams, make it rain, Noah’s Ark (Noah’s Ark)
That ass fat, them titties soft, I need parts (I need parts)
I wake up gettin’ top, that’s a head-start (Head-start)
We really in the field, bitch, I got a mouthpiece (Mouthpiece)
You been bustin’ down, gettin’ blessed all week (Goddamn)
I told that bitch, “I’ma call you, don’t call me” (Don’t call me)
Givenchy tees, Louis V, that’s a large fee (Big bags)
Balenciaga runners like I’m at a track meet (Track meet)
We ain’t trippin’ off no hoes, man, they all freaks (Hell nah)
And I’ma get these cleats dirty for that ten-piece (For that ten-piece)
I told her ass I’m movin’ on, now she miss me (Hah)

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

Fuck the feds, free my friends (Fuck 12)
Fuck a Jag, I want a Benz (Want a Benz)
Fuck that bitch, I want her friend (Want her friend)
We got thirties, they extend (They extend)
Bad bitch getter, yeah, I pick and choose (Yeah, I pick and choose)
Yeah, I only hit your bitch ’cause I ain’t have shit to do (I ain’t have shit to do)
All these G’s all on me, yeah, I’m drippin’, fool (Yeah, I’m drippin’, fool)
If I’m at a pool party, then it’s two pools (Yeah, I’m drippin’, fool)
If I’m with Neezy and Little, I’m with two fools (Two fools)
Smackin’ shit every night, we in new shoes (New shoes)
Young wild nigga, yeah, chasin’ after blues (Bucks)
All the shit that we hittin’, we the wreckin’ crew (Wreckin’ crew)
In the Benz in the wind, yeah, skatin’ (Skatin’)
Bad bitch eat the dick like she cravin’ (She cravin’)
I’ma give her good D like the Ravens (Ravens)
Bustin’ down all these scripts like patients (Like crazy)

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


SONG INFO:

Song: LAX
Artist: BlueBucksClan
Album: Clan Way (2022)
Music: Stompdownproductions
Lyrics: BlueBucksClan DJ & Jeeezy



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