If I got one in the clip then it's one in the head
Tax for the feat need a arm and a leg
In that Trackhawk Jeep I can't stop going fast
Let's go
In the stu, I'm mixing the percs with the shrooms
What I'm sippin' not regular juice
Had to go back to my roots
Fine shit I told her don't get me started
Throwed, I brought the Glock to the party
I'm the plug, tell me what you need I got it
Big stick, take a nigga down Jeff Hardy
Yeah you think it's a game, bet you get sent to the lobby
On the drugs for the pain, I feel that shit through my body
Up the bass get the speakers knockin'
Like R.I.P speaker
Got something that'll rip through your t-shirt
Lil four I'm the real grim reaper
Tell that bitch come here lemme read your mind
Yeah I know she a eater
Run to the racks all day and night
Til my mother f*cking feet hurt
How the f*ck I put butterfly doors on the Jeep
How the f*ck I woke up, last night I was geeked
I was ten toes deep way out in the field
Sending bullets at em like nfl
Big body, whippin' that bitch like a lil hoe
F*ck nigga, put on a shirt like a logo
Drum on this bitch and rock out like a solo
Jug him and put him in cam like go pro
If I got one in the clip then it's one in the head
Tax for the feat need a arm and a leg
In that Trackhawk Jeep I can't stop going fast
Let's go
In the stu, I'm mixing the percs with the shrooms
What I'm sippin' not regular juice
Had to go back to my roots
Fine shit I told her don't get me started
Throwed, I brought the Glock to the party
I'm the plug, tell me what you need I got it
Big stick, take a nigga down Jeff Hardy
Yeah you think it's a game, bet you get sent to the lobby
On the drugs for the pain, I feel that shit through my body
y4ng - Jeff Hardy Lyrics
y4ng - Jeff Hardy Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
If I got one in the clip then it's one in the head
Tax for the feat need a arm and a leg
In that Trackhawk Jeep I can't stop going fast
Let's go
In the stu, I'm mixing the percs with the shrooms
What I'm sippin' not regular juice
Had to go back to my roots
Fine shit I told her don't get me started
Throwed, I brought the Glock to the party
I'm the plug, tell me what you need I got it
Big stick, take a nigga down Jeff Hardy
Yeah you think it's a game, bet you get sent to the lobby
On the drugs for the pain, I feel that shit through my body
Up the bass get the speakers knockin'
Like R.I.P speaker
Got something that'll rip through your t-shirt
Lil four I'm the real grim reaper
Tell that bitch come here lemme read your mind
Yeah I know she a eater
Run to the racks all day and night
Til my mother f*cking feet hurt
How the f*ck I put butterfly doors on the Jeep
How the f*ck I woke up, last night I was geeked
I was ten toes deep way out in the field
Sending bullets at em like nfl
Big body, whippin' that bitch like a lil hoe
F*ck nigga, put on a shirt like a logo
Drum on this bitch and rock out like a solo
Jug him and put him in cam like go pro
If I got one in the clip then it's one in the head
Tax for the feat need a arm and a leg
In that Trackhawk Jeep I can't stop going fast
Let's go
In the stu, I'm mixing the percs with the shrooms
What I'm sippin' not regular juice
Had to go back to my roots
Fine shit I told her don't get me started
Throwed, I brought the Glock to the party
I'm the plug, tell me what you need I got it
Big stick, take a nigga down Jeff Hardy
Yeah you think it's a game, bet you get sent to the lobby
On the drugs for the pain, I feel that shit through my body
Tax for the feat need a arm and a leg
In that Trackhawk Jeep I can't stop going fast
Let's go
In the stu, I'm mixing the percs with the shrooms
What I'm sippin' not regular juice
Had to go back to my roots
Fine shit I told her don't get me started
Throwed, I brought the Glock to the party
I'm the plug, tell me what you need I got it
Big stick, take a nigga down Jeff Hardy
Yeah you think it's a game, bet you get sent to the lobby
On the drugs for the pain, I feel that shit through my body
Up the bass get the speakers knockin'
Like R.I.P speaker
Got something that'll rip through your t-shirt
Lil four I'm the real grim reaper
Tell that bitch come here lemme read your mind
Yeah I know she a eater
Run to the racks all day and night
Til my mother f*cking feet hurt
How the f*ck I put butterfly doors on the Jeep
How the f*ck I woke up, last night I was geeked
I was ten toes deep way out in the field
Sending bullets at em like nfl
Big body, whippin' that bitch like a lil hoe
F*ck nigga, put on a shirt like a logo
Drum on this bitch and rock out like a solo
Jug him and put him in cam like go pro
If I got one in the clip then it's one in the head
Tax for the feat need a arm and a leg
In that Trackhawk Jeep I can't stop going fast
Let's go
In the stu, I'm mixing the percs with the shrooms
What I'm sippin' not regular juice
Had to go back to my roots
Fine shit I told her don't get me started
Throwed, I brought the Glock to the party
I'm the plug, tell me what you need I got it
Big stick, take a nigga down Jeff Hardy
Yeah you think it's a game, bet you get sent to the lobby
On the drugs for the pain, I feel that shit through my body
Writer: Mark R.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid