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jdot breezy – jordan year lyrics

these n+++as tripping they gon’ end up f+cking missing cause’ they playing
i’ get up wit anybody b+tch ass n+++a what you saying
why my name in b+tches mouth when they can’t even show a band
murda’ man he’ll get you hit just for a bag and turn up bad
any whip i drive fast
young n+gga i be stuntin’ i took his b+tch thats why he mad
b+tch i’m picky bout my hoes i like em red brown and bad
got all these bands inside my pants the only reason that i sag
i’ll send a hit and go lay up wit’ my b+tch, n+gga
don’t come to me with bullsh+t i’m getting rich, n+gga
don’t got a budget i’ll spend thousands on my fits n+gga
you drop a diss i’ll turn round and make yo momma sick n+gga
what’s unknown ain’t for the known
b+tch at home i got the chrome
paranoid i’m tweaking bad my house to big to be alone n+gga just what i’m on & what i did was set in stone
talk bout my kids and b+tch it’s on murder now b+tch let’s tweak its on
i’m moving like a rolling stone i got that drac i’m heading home i’m in my mirror try to follow windows down you getting blowed last n+++a that f+cking played with me he got his soul stole (f+cking soul stole) i got this rollie on my wrist we bang yo’ b+tch getting rolled on
move right or get left 30 on me called steph cop a 30 thru’ your jersey shooting n+++as ass to death, don’t put no plastic clips in glocks cause when i bang them b+tches melt
b+tch anyway i got that chop i’m hopping out & chasing him n+ggas talk but not outside but get on live they ready to beef like they doing this and that n+gga merched last time they swung that heat, in atlanta with them straps right now i’m up b+tch come to me we done f+cked you n+++as up the f+ck y’all still talk about this beef
don’t even know what car to pick my b+tches say i’m buying sh+t i done f+cked up and all this b+tch is say is dot a lying b+tch. i’ll tell the truth right now i’m high baby a live i ain’t lit, i know this b+tch a freak she acting shy right now cause’ i ain’t hit. name a hat that we ain’t got n+++as mad cause’ dot on top before the rap i done hopped out on feet to hit up n+++as cars say sh+t capiche a n+++a play with me the type to take it far soul reaper northside where i be stay tinted with a chop. f+ck you b+tch know you can’t stand me f+ck yo block & f+ck yo mammy. got all up on my own yeah i’m the one who get sh+t handled look at my diamonds sh+t here glisten they hit the lights these b+tches dancing my b+tch just told me she gonna leave i gotta turn this [?] b+tch them hits is never playing all this sh+t just freeform’ they gon’ have to rush his ass since he wanna be hard this a brand new choppa i want another soul it ain’t no bodies on this drac’ yet lets lose its v+card for that hat a reward got b+tches in b+more. ooh how this drac’ roar he thought it was a c4 you ain’t got no f+cking stripes
h+ll you dissin’ me for
draco leave a n+++a ass lazy like he e+gor

- jdot breezy lyrics

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