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jdot breezy - inflamed lyrics

(intro)
smoking dope
n+gga know how this sh+t go
we always change the score
n+gga we got money and we’ll f+ck yo’ hoe

(verse 1)
aye my n+gga sippin’ syrup, he steady trying to k!ll his car
n+gga f+ck around with em f+ck arounds and get smoked lil mouse
pull up on a n+gga, dump 100 rounds
i ain’t playing, knock a n+gga out
i ain’t mainstream, better stay where all my opps be, that’s underground
let that .62 eat his flesh
n+gga better ride around with a vest
n+gga with a cast out, it’s a mac down, k!llers run down for that check
n+gga i been sliding, on the set
real deal walk down on sh+t
i don’t like b+tches, i don’t like n+ggas, i don’t like n0body, that’s dеad
n+gga been a b+tch, everybody know about it
bro slide around, who nеxt?
puerto rican b+tch, she ain’t got no body, but the b+tch good with her neck
p+ssy n+gga cap, he ain’t got no bodies, slap a 30 round in the tec
bullets swing ‘round, heard its bullet down, n+gga, ain’t, can’t slid on sh+t
glock 21, finna get a switch on it
slap a titty under that b+tch
light said i’m tripping cause i’m with the sh+ts
cause i be still down for a hit
take a n+gga b+tch, ion give her d+ck
wanna f+ck dot cause a n+gga lit
n+ggas p+ssed off cause i’m getting rich
try to take it from me n+gga imma bl!ck
roll up dope n+gga i get high
eyes real low with a stick on side
pull on side, bet a n+gga won’t try, imma bang my iron, leave a n+gga to die
fl!cking my wrist like i’m fl!cking a bl!ck, if i spot me a opp, imma hit him from far
hit you with a d+ck, i be up in this b+tch, we get up with a n+gga and f+ck up his car
n+gga we drill sh+t i ain’t playing
we could be broke, that was back then
now we got bands, n+gga what you sayin’?
i then came up, p+ssy, i’m the man
leave a whole carlo in yo’ car door
catch a taco or the end
you can get gatos, shoot his car hoe, put a pothole in yo’ man
n+ggas got big rolls in they pants
yeen got money n+gga, how ya be?
european drac, way from outta state, clip in this b+tch long like a tree
22 shots in the .23 , talking like he ‘bout it, make him feel the heat
i just met a freak hoe and she creep, tryna make me pull on em and crease
with the hit squad, they don’t give a f+ck, tryna smash anything that they see
when i’m in the city, b+tch i’m tinted up, ak on the seat
only thing i’m ducking is the police
riding in a bucket n+gga on b, finna flush another n+gga on b, gossip about another n+gga, ain’t me
aye play and you get tucked in, want some money? do a spin
i can’t beef about no cat, she wanna hoe, then go ahead
choppa sp+ce a n+gga brain out, like he bowlegged
“chill out dot, you need to calm down” that’s what my hoe said
aye a grown ass n+gga chasing clout, that sh+t so sad
n+ggas keep my name in they mouth, with they broke ass
young crew got no bag
you using them, it’s funny when they realize that dying first and you the one that’s dying last
stupid ass boy, oh p+wn ass n+gga
oh faking ass, “ion shoot my gun” ass n+gga
“when they hit the corner, imma duck and run” ass n+gga
when we push on up em, pop up like “where you going n+gga”
ugh

- jdot breezy lyrics

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