Jay Shades - Jaws Of Life

Yo we in the cut just smoking a wood we got your chick promoting the hood
Yo we in the cut just smoking a wood we got your chick promoting the hood
Yo we in the cut just smoking a wood we got your chick promoting the hood
Yo we in the cut just smoking a wood we got your chick promoting the hood

How I'm snapping they feel trapped they need them jaws of life (yeah)
I made a bag off yo bitch she promotes me right (Supa)
I'm in a car tryna finish a mix
I got appalled when she asked for a kiss
I put a bag on my wrist before I give it to a bitch (yeah yeah)
I make it up as I go freestyle
Hit me with the cash or get hit with a peace sign
We was tryna blow a couple doadies in a Nissan
Leaf Ward bumping out a bando like we speak for him
Rip the top off the whip jaws of life
She on my D like it's Sunny delight
Shoutout Guiseppe and shout out my guys
Outer space Won't be back in a while
Need more cash need a stack and a pile
Ass grabbing like a coke and a smile
Lost her mind now I'm hosing her down
Jaws of life ima open her now (yeah)
Jaws of life ima open her now
Need a ref cause these niggas move foul
Up late tryna work on my style

We in the cut just smoking a wood we got your chick promoting the hood
Mega I'm the one that leave you stuck in a wood
Or somewhere stuck in the woods
Whatever she's a vixen she just model
Give her the dickens opened her up and jaws of lifed her
You is a sucker we despise you
Make that call the homies snipe you
Open you up deep butterfly you
Twenty-two rife you jaws of life you name is MaestrOwe
Yeah A Viln went bad in the booth (yeah)
my niggas be shooting like they into hoops
We brought this shit straight the blue
The C in my stance you Cee how I move
Funny acting you got nothing to prove
She saved me as halls to Her throat I'm missouse
I'm foul wit lil shawty her throat I misuse
I Put it on hood niggas spit from the roof
Jaws of life fuck jaws of death
Have 'em sending shots till it's nothing left
Stitch a S-V in a bullet vest
I'm on cold C ima make a mess
J-A-Y you gon turn up the speak (speakers)
K-A-Y leave his ass on the street (yerr)
S-A-Y How he making the beat (huh)
Make your bitch pop outta her seat
You trapped in the cap you was talking up
This collision gon hit you like what the fuck
Keep it sturdy these niggas don't knuckle up
Bullets flying bout as hot as the summer was
OwePi S-V in flesh S hat witta flag on deck
Fuck you I need my Check and I move big true blue too left
I'm lethargic I'm losing my sanity
Hotbox four deep in a camery
Jaws of life turn you amputee
Put the whole thing right on channel three
Nigga

Yo we in the cut just smoking a wood we got your chick promoting the hood
Yo we in the cut just smoking a wood we got your chick promoting the hood
Yo we in the cut just smoking a wood we got your chick promoting the hood
Yo we in the cut just smoking a wood we got your chick promoting the hood

Written by:
Ivon Borgella, Jamesdavid Hill

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