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javell - breathe freestyle lyrics

to good with this rap sh-t
weak n-gg-s get caskets
painting pictures with my words
that’s a meme no captions
worldwide making cash
songs in rotation thats puff and p-ss
she wasn’t loyal through the struggle
now her ex-man up in first cl-ss
told the b-tch i be on top
real soon she ain’t want to listen
f-cking round with them weak n-gg-s
could been here but that was yo decision
moving on to another topic
maybe talk about just how fat the pockets
how i’m taking off like rocket
text me again b-tch need to stop it
detroit
tokyo
with my snap back and these foreign hoes
pulling up wit my n-gg-s straight bring they -ss to the dojo
black belts and louis belts
brown belts and gucci belt
sit back let the b-tches take em off
sit back watch the p-ssy melt
f-cking it right yea you know i’m the sh-t
gotta b-tches on b-tches and chain stay lit
run up on n-gg- if he hop on tip
dog eat dog world no mike vick
hit a n-gg- wit a clip of he wanna talk slick
fast cars fast lane me and my clique
never had to lie cause i ain’t never been a snitch
always ball b-tch never on the bench
representing for my town
music loud but the kush louder
f-ck that a n-gg- bout to clown
stay turn up never turn down
i spit sick f-ck a drought
tryna get more like you ran out
i ain’t never took a handout
now you understand why i stand out
since i was younger never trust the feds
r.i.p to mike brown
2 cops tryna pull me over
now one left screaming man down
super cray like superman just popped a molly no saving hoes
all my n-gg-s with a bad b-tch scream buenos coño
good p-ssy from a bad hoe
got her screaming my name tho
if that b-tch ain’t foreign
this d-ck have her bilango
i swear that sh-t the same bro
thank god for good thangs bro
used to have this pocket change
now my pockets done changed bro
rose gold jesus piece
low key i don’t need da bling
cause my brain like a gold mind
sh-ttin gold bars when a n-gg- think
hit the mall like all for me
bras dropping like all for me
got these hoes tryna offer me
then ima hit the dealer like audi please!!!
from 313
these n-gg-s hate on me
cause i mastered the craft
and now i’m stacking my cheese
this my michael jordan game 6 flow
fasho
with a hook harder than a mike tyson blow
they like
woahhhh
i’m the king of the hill
need help understanding call dr.phil
sh-t its a time to k!ll
like samuel. l
these rappers bout to die
i hope they burn in h-ll
i’m on some other sh-t

(got d-mn boy what is you smokin’?!)
that number 1 spot i need it
have all these rappers defeated
you angry you gettting heated
don’t give a f-ck till you swinging
till then….
i bust in the booth
you swallowing lies and i’m spiting the truth
my second rap name should be paradox dude
cause you can’t hang wit me but i’m tying ya noose
f-ck wrong wit me what the f-ck wrong wit u
you rapping like somebody’s bullying u
like you going to church and ya mommas a milf
spreadin them legs for the bread like it’s jif
but if everybody thought like me
a g
who o.d.’d
in the game tryna get wealthy
we be walkin around like adam and eve
not adam and steve
cause real recognize real you a p-ssy…

- javell lyrics

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