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jdot breezy – bitch k lyrics

[intro]
drill time entertainment
ayy, mm, mm, ayy, mm, mm, ayy, mm, mm, b+tch!
krafty made this beat
get that pa+, mm, mm+mm, yuh mm, mm+mm, mm
faiz, you shot that?
ayy

[hook]
n+ggas getting hit, get that pain back
bag on his head for that bread get his brain sn+tched
my n+ggas be k!llas they more realer i can’t change that
letting loose them k!llers on them n+ggas i can’t tame that
making all them f+cking posts, ain’t gone bring your gang back
smoking on this bibby dope, mitchk we bang that
i want me a thousand k!lls, tryna make a shane pack
pick a top off in the hill, pop out where yo gang at
[verse]
free that shordy out them gates, he gon’ be a murder case
he locked up, so for that, n+gga mitch had to pay
it’s a 6 on the play, he get hit any day
drop yo lo, we gon’ come through make n+ggas hit the pave
f+ck that dead n+gga, hit the switch i wanna see his brain
get up on his ass, lock on em and let that b+tch bang
f+ck that covid mask, i’m skiied up it go down any day
riding with a 23 and a motherf+cking drac’
we love smoking n+ggas, it improve my gratitude
my glock like a polaroid, i up this b+tch and snap at you
i advise you play your place you don’t want this bl!ck to clap at you
you buckin, get put up, get on your ass just like yo daddy do
get yo f+cking face stomped, make you fix your attitude
n+gga pick yo face up, fore’ i put this gat on you
i’ma count to 3 tell em free v so i can make a move
them 2 steps gon’ lead to death gon’ put his ass right on the news
leeke voice all in my head he telling me watch how i move
ralo in my other ear saying drop a bag on every fool
johnjohn thats my n+gga that you know the gang goin’ ackafool
n+gga felt that lead hit his head he a slimey dude
35, 6k, look at mookey in the grave
we gon’ get his coke sniffing ass daddy named shane
f+ck they broke ass clique and they p+ssy ass gang
cappin’ bout’ treyd, he ain’t did a f+cking thing
cojack don’t slide, jarvo not outside
cracka is a gift from god, n+gga got 9 lives
mookey ass wrecked out, that n+gga need new tires
caught petey ass (?), bro made n+ggas slip and slide
[hook]
n+ggas getting hit, get that pain back
bag on his head for that bread get his brain sn+tched
my n+ggas be k!llas they more realer i can’t change that
letting loose them k!llers on them n+ggas i can’t tame that
making all them f+cking posts, ain’t gone bring your gang back
smoking on this bibby dope, mitchk we bang that
i want me a thousand k!lls, tryna make a shane pack
pick a top off in the hill, pop out where yo gang at

[outro]
(gunshot)

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