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jdot breezy – jdot’s talking lyrics

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[intro]
(stay with vegas on the wave)

[chrous]
woke up early morning, swayin’, clutchin’ my switch
dreams about some n+ggas tryna get up with me
i can’t go like that, somebody leavin’ with me
i’ll rather go do life than let a n+gga get me
chopper on the floor, same side of the bed that i sleep
i know it, i barely sleep, ’cause i got ptsd
voices in my head, i hear them talkin’ to me
tellin’ me do evil, tryna promise me things

[verse 1]
like go catch a body, your temper the hottest
i want see you crash, lil’ n+gga, you ’bout it
you rappin’ bout that, like you catchin’ thеm bodies
so stand on that business and catch you a body
they talkin’ bout you and you know it
so what you gon’ do? you gon’ drill or drivе it
but you let it go, everybody gon’ look at you, like you a hoe, n+gga, do somethin’ ’bout it
got you a pistol, so why you ain’t pop it?
you claim you a stepper, go knock off a noggin’
why think twice about it? i know that you got it
now go get it done, cause the internet poppin’
you gon’ risk it or what? ’cause it’s ’bout your respect
you put him in a blunt, if you don’t, you’re a b+tch
he be talkin’ that sh+t, you be talkin’ that sh+t
but who really gon’ get in that car and go spin?
[bridge]
these n+ggas playin’ out here, you the one that comin’ out it though
gotta be the man out here, ain’t no backin’ down for no war
boy it’s murder, heavy in the air
better not leave the house without a pole
they’ll k!ll your mans out here
boy you n+ggas better not move wrong

[verse 2]
load up a chop’, slidin’ to a opp block, tryna see somethin’ bleed
i don’t love these hoes, but i love my opp thot, getting lo’s for the team
big gold b+tton, on a all black glock, with his nose to his knees
we finna pull a one stop shop, k!ll a opp for a couple g’s
i hope you ready, hop out, aim it steady
he say he want that beef, we gon’ be the ones that blast it
young n+gga reckless, jit way worser than his daddy
[?], he runnin’ ’round, think he a savage

[chrous]
woke up early morning, swayin’, clutchin’ my switch
dreams about some n+ggas tryna get up with me
i can’t go like that, somebody leavin’ with me
i’ll rather go do life than let a n+gga get me
chopper on the floor, same side of the bed that i sleep
i know it, i barely sleep, ’cause i got ptsd
voices in my head, i hear them talkin’ to me
tellin’ me do evil, tryna promise me things



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