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Krazyjax - BLOODSPORT Lyrics



Krazyjax - BLOODSPORT Lyrics
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Yeah, Headshots don't wake me
These buckshots don't faze me
You just a wannabe gangsta
Bitch try me I've seen plenty
Pull upon your block, weakling
Go rounds with these digits get a beating
This time Imma leave you weeping
Next time Imma leave you bleeding
Yeah , catch a fade n sprayed on
Hold up let me put my shades on
Air pods bumping Akon
Chal chote bata tu hai kaun?
Sade saath se mera hi khauf hai!
Mera saya chukar hi bohot hai
Yeah Gangsters Blazin'
Rolling meditating
Eastside that's cold
Bloodsport let's go!
Yeah Gangsters Blazin'
Rolling meditating
Eastside that's cold
Bloodsport let's go!
Ye bola bhai dekh
Tere mere beech me
Suna kaan khich k
Ye lafde hai feeke
Khade das piche
Pehele kash kheechle
Fir tujhe crush karu maal jese beat me
Kare dum paas ye
Bas kar ye baatein
Bachkane baatein
Band kar
Khaas mere aare vimaan par
Touchdown karu
7 khoon tujhe gaad kar
Bella ciao, guns balzin'
Get shot ain't playin'
Bitch call me Michael Meyers
Imma plate you with some f*ckin dried organs
Coffins, what's popping?
Bend bitches on da spot shells dropping,
Send clippers through the dark, feds lurkin'
Grim reapear's on my spot, let's clock in!
But f*ck that!
Crocodile smiles
In a while, gotta a bite in a style
Boutta snipe from a mile
Don't cough back!
Imma aim a dial on your spine
If you say that motherf*ckin' flows on homicide
Don't cut that!
Imma take space for the jays
Not a maple to chase
F*ck a grace with a face!
Not just that!
Imma boutta morph into bat
Imma sinfulla dracula
Mad-killa , bloodshed
Spatula, casting avada-K-davera
Im finna , gassing a, tank fulla
Sal-via , have beer
Have fear, lands full a
Latina! Wow!
Get back in the house
Hit smackin' a spouse
Bitch trackin' a crow
Dis-patchin' a flow
Less masculine askin a
Fat-skinny hoe!
Get back to my bro
Love tatted up mad titties
Have witty flow!
Yeah Gangsters Blazin'
Rolling meditating
Eastside that's cold
Bloodsport let's go!
Yeah Gangsters Blazin'
Rolling meditating
Eastside that's cold
Bloodsport let's go!
I wanna make statement
To the haters, impatient
To say this
May this verse fall upon
Y'all traitors
Made us stronger n' painless
Talking shit through your anus
Walking halls like ya made it!
Now I've built an armageddon
Arsenals and aggression
Gone into feelings
Restless rotation
Thoughts n phrases
Changes made to myslef
Knock you to the pavement
Shove that middlefinger
Up in your faces!
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English

Yeah, Headshots don't wake me
These buckshots don't faze me
You just a wannabe gangsta
Bitch try me I've seen plenty
Pull upon your block, weakling
Go rounds with these digits get a beating
This time Imma leave you weeping
Next time Imma leave you bleeding
Yeah , catch a fade n sprayed on
Hold up let me put my shades on
Air pods bumping Akon
Chal chote bata tu hai kaun?
Sade saath se mera hi khauf hai!
Mera saya chukar hi bohot hai
Yeah Gangsters Blazin'
Rolling meditating
Eastside that's cold
Bloodsport let's go!
Yeah Gangsters Blazin'
Rolling meditating
Eastside that's cold
Bloodsport let's go!
Ye bola bhai dekh
Tere mere beech me
Suna kaan khich k
Ye lafde hai feeke
Khade das piche
Pehele kash kheechle
Fir tujhe crush karu maal jese beat me
Kare dum paas ye
Bas kar ye baatein
Bachkane baatein
Band kar
Khaas mere aare vimaan par
Touchdown karu
7 khoon tujhe gaad kar
Bella ciao, guns balzin'
Get shot ain't playin'
Bitch call me Michael Meyers
Imma plate you with some f*ckin dried organs
Coffins, what's popping?
Bend bitches on da spot shells dropping,
Send clippers through the dark, feds lurkin'
Grim reapear's on my spot, let's clock in!
But f*ck that!
Crocodile smiles
In a while, gotta a bite in a style
Boutta snipe from a mile
Don't cough back!
Imma aim a dial on your spine
If you say that motherf*ckin' flows on homicide
Don't cut that!
Imma take space for the jays
Not a maple to chase
F*ck a grace with a face!
Not just that!
Imma boutta morph into bat
Imma sinfulla dracula
Mad-killa , bloodshed
Spatula, casting avada-K-davera
Im finna , gassing a, tank fulla
Sal-via , have beer
Have fear, lands full a
Latina! Wow!
Get back in the house
Hit smackin' a spouse
Bitch trackin' a crow
Dis-patchin' a flow
Less masculine askin a
Fat-skinny hoe!
Get back to my bro
Love tatted up mad titties
Have witty flow!
Yeah Gangsters Blazin'
Rolling meditating
Eastside that's cold
Bloodsport let's go!
Yeah Gangsters Blazin'
Rolling meditating
Eastside that's cold
Bloodsport let's go!
I wanna make statement
To the haters, impatient
To say this
May this verse fall upon
Y'all traitors
Made us stronger n' painless
Talking shit through your anus
Walking halls like ya made it!
Now I've built an armageddon
Arsenals and aggression
Gone into feelings
Restless rotation
Thoughts n phrases
Changes made to myslef
Knock you to the pavement
Shove that middlefinger
Up in your faces!
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Writer: Kevin Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Krazyjax
Language: English
Length: 3:10
Written by: Kevin Jackson

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