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jdot breezy - channel 4 lyrics

[intro]
(thanks, yakree)

[chorus]
ayy, d+mn ‘dot, why they playin’? sh+t, i don’t know
catch that boy and zip his ass and now that boy on channel 4
jakes don’t know who did that hit but, sh+t, i bet his brudda know
aj left his f+ckin’ mans and (mmm) got hit up at the store
run up on him, hit his ass, he still breathing? hit some mo’
and yo’ b+tch ass brudda died, bro, put that n+gga on the sco’
we gon’ cause a homicide ’cause a b+tch n+gga took my brudda’s soul
la la la, my choppa cried, we ain’t get the chance to up his pole

[verse]
this n+gga’s soul on me, smokin’ dead b+tches
what’s his name a close casket, lil’ n+gga got his head dented
that n+gga’s head got too big so gangnem put some lead in it
get that bag, you catch that body, yeah, now you bread winnin’
only put music on instagram, this b+tch n+ggas got the feds in it
last lil’ n+gga that took shot, his bro’s head spinnin’
we thе ones drop bags for chops, huh, we bought shred businеss
don’t matter who get caught outside, f+ck it, all they ass get it
we gon’ step on them, we gon’ step on him too
we gon get the middle man, he actin’ kinda weird too
you heard about that other boy, f+ck n+gga, that’s what gang do
hit that n+gga with the stick, boy, you know we changed you
bronem bang, i bang too, wee pulled up and stained you
rap n+gga screamin’ “leeke pack”, getback gang bro made two
n+gga know what them ks do, n+gga know we buss brains, coo’
don’t worry ’bout what’s on that glock, just know them (ftt) came through
[chorus]
d+mn ‘dot, why they playin’? sh+t, i don’t know
catch that boy and zip his ass and now that boy on channel 4
jakes don’t know who did that hit but, sh+t, i bet his brudda know
aj left his f+ckin’ mans and (mmm) got hit up at the store
run up on him, hit his ass, he still breathing? hit some mo’
and yo’ b+tch ass brudda died, bro, put that n+gga on the sco’
we gon’ cause a homicide ’cause a b+tch n+gga took my brudda’s soul
la la la, my choppa cried, we ain’t get the chance to up his pole

- jdot breezy lyrics

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