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jdot breezy – freestyle lyrics

[verse]
catch that top, yea, get that guap then
[?] i’m murda man, i’m sliding round’ with fox den
[?] got that 300 block and he like dot let’s block bend
slide up on him, let off shots he cold from that hot sh+t
my n+ggas gon’ spin spin spin, till they nauseous
when you lack, b+tch you die, move with precaution
in a scat with bug my n+gga light he on some all sh+t
p+ssed this ain’t no f+cking vine we put sh+t in a coffin
this b+tch let me f+ck she like my swag and i got bands
all these n+ggas want me dead so how that drac’ dead when i land
after shows they wanna link i’m with q3 b+tch bring a friend
she know i know she a freak let her eat the meat then a b+tch slid
30 thousand, put that on yo mans, they gon’ bring him in
rap capping, n+ggas talking bout’ some sh+t they never did
we bout’ action, everytime they post up, b+tch we went and slid
he clout rapping, we gon’ make his ass pay for what he said
robin jeans came with the wings b+tch i paid 1200 for the pants
talking bout’ head tops, i’ma take it there let the switch off n+gga dance
oh he out his top on clubhouse, i pulled up n+gga ran
b+tch we catch bodies for a living ain’t sh+t silly n+gga we ain’t playing
ay, i might blow through 50k, come through with that dirty drac’
marco polo n+ggas hide, bring yo’ ass outside and play
what you did when uh+uh died, nah, i ain’t gon’ say his name
say you smoke my brother bronem let that cutta’ bust his brain
all these b+tches f+ck for fame, all these b+tches know my name
talking get your partner hit, bro spinning sh+t like hurricane
bend that b+tch and hit that switch, he fall then it’s a dirty game
[?] i’m bl++dy b+tch these f+ck n+ggas know i bang that gang
pick him up that n+gga falling, he got hit with bl!cks
bronem tryna hit the plug, say he got bout’ fifty bricks
coming out that club n+gga, we gon’ let them fifties hit
crack got hit all in his face, call that n+gga fifty+six
we gon’ show no love, pullin’ up let them semis hit
30 ball a dub, them young ku’s come through wrecking sh+t
no i’m not yo’ cuz, b+tch i’m blood so correct that sh+t
uhh, wanna be down for them, f+ck it, bronem stretch the b+tch
outta my mind, n+gga cross that line then he gon’ meet death and sh+t
he, ain’t got time, n+gga blowed that iron at shh he felt the sh+t
pulled out racks and melt the b+tch, i be on some selfish sh+t
let me in that p+ssy b+tch you bet’ not let no goofy hit
ay, we love stamping sh+t, i be fresh like peppermint
it ain’t about that money, b+tch don’t call it’s irrelevant
d+mn, we just smoked yo’ dog, now that n+gga heaven sent
choppa hit his head he fall, n+gga lost all 7 sense
skirted off, that n+gga hit, got the rod out tryna bait a fish
n+gga down then we get it lit, drop a murda bag, these is all bl!cks
broke ass n+gga don’t call sh+t, bend they block with all d+cks
switches up on everything so ain’t no way we all miss
smoking dead opps, i do that often
tryna pass this grabba back, this new pack got me coughing
said he did what to who, sh+t that’s when he lost me
how you smoking ralo when we put mitch in a coffin
f+ck it, get a n+gga bought then, 30 on me when i walked in
dead n+gga round we gon’ bang that heat
homicide, bring that chalk in
shoot a opp n+gga right in his t++th, bet a f+ck n+gga won’t talk then
all you b+tch ass n+ggas want beef, f+ck it make that call then
[outro]
n+gga know i’m gang gang to the death man
i don’t give a f+ck what a n+gga talking about
we gon’ come, we gon’ come, we gon’ come again n+gga (srt on every glock)
glah, n+gga, can’t run from a drac’, boa (srt on every glock)

- jdot breezy lyrics

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