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jdot breezy - finning for murder lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, zay, this sh+t too crazy)
yeah
aye, aye, aye, aye
i’m saying tho, like
aye
this n+ggas talking so f+cking tough
n+gga
(turn me up, trad)
b+tch ass n+gga
aye

[verse]
i fiend for murder n+gga (b+tch)
n+ggas know i’m with it
stand on business, got my murder n+ggas by me with it (by me with it)
they gon’ think the draco ain’t come semi, watch the way i hit it (i hit it)
can’t slide on a opp when i was ‘posed to go pay for my pending (my pending)
b+tch ass n+gga dissing gang, your gang ’round here panicking (panicking)
send a rabbit, trick for kids, and we k!ll all the city b+tch (city b+tch)
choppa hit your whip, then we dip, now your ceiling missing (ceiling missing)
rock with them, get flipped, that’s your tip, make a smart decision (bow)
might my change my name to choppaman, we pull up and we chop his ass (chop his ass)
i wanna see their hair bob, so hold on, wait, don’t hit the gas (don’t hit the gas)
ralo told me run them down, i did that and dumped the mag (?)
he ain’t see me creep up, i know he like “this n+gga fast” (?)
sosa had got me a drac’, that sh+t turnt my savage up (savage up)
posted outside every day, dare a n+gga clap at us (p+ssy)
one n+gga was bold, me and fourbrazy done clapped it up (goofy, bow, bow)
crash n+gga, he thought he was pulling up (stupid b+tch)
put a opp in a box, tell ’em pack him up (yeah)
[?] hear my n+ggas call themselves the green bay packers+or+sum (hahaha)
my n+ggas wears smackers, get you smacked for trying to rep on sum (rep on sum)
call your ass a capper, cap ass n+gga never stepped on nun (lil’ b+tch)
my lil’ brother sat there solid for two years, he ain’t gone stay (nah)
kept it closed like he should, i thank the lord for him today (shh)
[?] ten bands in total, run it up, stay out the way
f+ck them hoes, this b+tches play a role, it’s best to play it safe (play it safe)
now i’m back up on that bullsh+t
riding with a full clip (uh+huh)
forty shots in it, hit that target in my [?] (ugh)
n+ggas they be hoes, throwing shade on that dual sh+t (ugh)
pop an x, [?], that other sh+t on [?]
n+ggas act like they won’t die, get k!lled for that cool sh+t (b+tch)
out the window with my drac’, my clip look like a pole stick (p+ssy)
n+gga f+ck your army, b+tch we wonder where your shooter been
them n+ggas don’t want it, they know kuku gang some hooligans (yeah)
n+gga know we stupid, get up with any n+gga that get in my f+cking way, f+ck your gang, f+ck what you bang, f+ck where you from, it’s up with any n+gga and we gon’ stand on that n+gga, that f+cking business (bow, bow, bow)
let go
get me out my f+cking top, like i ain’t got no mind (ain’t got no mind)
run ’em down, if i ain’t by myself, i got two n+ggas on the blind (two n+ggas on the blind)
say he did something to me, now jdot beat, nah a n+gga lying (nah a n+gga lying)
b+tch i’m smokin’ ass for free, n+gga mention leek, then a n+gga dying
cat and mouse, hide and go seek, this n+ggas play games and they hide (?)
to this day, a n+gga still banging pistols, lil chicken n+ggas get fried (bow, bow, bow)
screaming f+ck a n+gga, tryna run up with him, tell him bring his ass outside (run up)
we get up with ’em, won’t duck n+gga, we here n+gga, this sh+t live
[outro]
yeah
srt
yeah n+gga, yeah, that’s what you wanna do, we gonna do it
srt
srt put n+ggas on a shirt
srt
we just hit your mans, we just hit your mans and those [?] too
rw sh+t man
gang gang gang
kuku gang sh+t
yeah
(frr frr, frr, frr)
srt on every glock
[?] of these motherf+ckin’ heads [?] my top
rest up ralo, rest up meek, rest up lil’ john
srt on every glock
gang sh+t
they just freak out, b+tch, n+gga
they just freak out
srt on every glock

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