lord hex – runnin’ from da cops lyrics
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[chorus]
runnin from da cops
i don’t run from no opps (nah)
can’t chase a thot, i’m too loyal to guap (bands)
i’m the type of n-gg- to go paint on yo’ block
you would cross me out but you won’t catch a spot
p-ssy n-gg-
that’s a fact (big facts)
you can’t run the ones you need homies for that (true)
i been bout’ my sh-t
i been had a strap
i been had the hollows to clap at your -ss (graa)
[verse]
swerve the coupe in the lot i dodge 12 (dodge 12)
i’m too busy with bands don’t got time for a cell
well, drag my body to h-ll
i’ll die in these streets before i die in a cell (b-tch)
got a sawed off packed with them shotgun sh-lls (pa pa!)
need some big blue racks for the gucci belt (ching!)
we’ll crunch your -ss out like a taco sh-ll (crack crack)
and my pack so loud you get high from the smell (gas)
fendi, gucci, louis, trues (ha)
rubies, diamonds, pearls and jewels (d-mn)
molly, x, acid and shrooms (what)
pink of wok for my double cup fool
belt on my waist hold my tool (gang)
f-ck that fade let’s pistol duel (b-tch)
you a half -ss n-gg- like a godd-mn mule
bring the beat back to life like i’m ra’s al ghul
batman sh-t when i ride through the night
got your b-tch in the crib and she’s spending the night
ima give her good pipe and then hit her with the sike (sike)
get the f-ck out my pad find your own d-mn ride (bye)
d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn
i beat on yo p-ssy like my name bam bam
you a funny -ss n-gg- like a jack -ss bam
you a dumb -ss n-gg- like a jack -ss man
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cop it, seal it, flip it, count it
bomb -ss kush we can sell your -ss ounces
stack up the bread like the lego block mountains
p-ssy so bomb i lick it then i pound it
cash, i need cash
she make that -ss bounce clap, clap, clap
ima beat your cheeks smack, smack, smack
she gon’ eat this meat gag, gag, gag
[chorus]
runnin from da cops
i don’t run from no opps (nah)
can’t chase a thot, i’m too loyal to guap (bands)
i’m the type of n-gg- to go paint on yo’ block
you would cross me out but you won’t catch a spot
p-ssy n-gg-
that’s a fact (big facts)
you can’t run the ones you need homies for that (true)
i been bout’ my sh-t
i been had a strap
i been had the hollows to clap at your -ss (graa)
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