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jdot breezy - don't panic lyrics

(thanks yakree)

look, this how i’m goin we gon’ send a bait car, tell him slide past the block a n+gga audi getting shot
got these dracos in the car, boy this sh+t finna get hot
i feel bad for who we catch cause we comin wit’ alot (boom, boom, boom)
cased closed, k holes, all through a n+gga top (b+tch)
boy we heard about that trapper, made a n+gga close shop
get up on a n+gga quick, he ain’t see me leave the car
n+gga know that speed k!ll, can’t hit em feet and that’s a dot
boy that drac’ sound like thunder, told the driver don’t panic i’m finna swing this f+ckin doe, when i get back be ready
blame himself for his death, that opp sh+t, he said it
n+gga know we gon’ step, come through, we ready (b+tch)
big chop, big funds, these glocks got drums
he lack, we shot, man down, they run
shoot a n+gga in his back and clip his motha f+ckin’ lung
if you a motha f+ckin’ rat you need to cut your d+mn tounge
i think a opp talkin’ to me, i got [?] in my lung
told that opp stay off that block, he still went that n+gga dumb (stupid)
still gon’ suck it till she can’t no more and make a n+gga cum
that weren’t sh+t, bro sent that hollow tip and stuck him like some gum
imma rock out bout’ my brother b+tch n+gga what you want do? (woo)
why the f+ck that n+gga dissing, boy he ran up on you
you, you see me all black runnin’ down, is you gon’ shoot?
i could hit a n+gga from a distance if i want to
but nah i prefer close range, n+gga say he caught me lackin’, next day got stained (dumbass)
we don’t do no f+ckin’ drive by’s, boy its gonna rain
imma get first ups, b+tch i’m finna go insane
imma make a n+gga die for sayin my brother name in vain
rap cappin bout’ them hats, man that n+gga ass lame (p+ssy)
get yo ass taxed, it ain’t no running i got aim (busta)
you f+ck him and yo motha f+ckin’ gang (f+ck it)
n+ggas getting stepped on, eeny meeny miny moe
spot a opp and grab the glock and let that motha f+cka’ blow
now that lead flyin, i see dead bodies on the floor
coroners pick him up, that n+gga eye ball on a roll
huh, now you miss your mans, n+gga you can’t get him back
n+gga take my brother, we gon’ slide through and get em back
n+ggas they be hoes, like some p+ssy, we gon’ get em whacked
smoking on this cookie, i’m on brooklyn, where you n+ggas at?

raloway sh+t n+gga
n+gga know how we f+cking rocking man
long live the guys, long live lil john john, man
long live lil leeke man, n+gga know how we f+ckin’ rockin’ man, long live ralo, long live all the guys n+gga
f+ck a n+gga, you speak down on the gang, n+gga you gon’ get hit wit’ that gang n+gga and that’s on the set
you know i be f+ckin’ rockin’ man, i ain’t gotta, yuh, huh
gang sh+t n+gga

- jdot breezy lyrics

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