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jdot breezy – no name droppin lyrics

[intro]
finna run up these bodies, f+ck n+gga
imma buy a n+gga, he either go step on em
either one, i’m coming
(d+mn, trademark!)
ay
i could turn a b+tch pretty, she won’t cut into this check (cut into this check)
i just f+cked this b+tch and she left stains on my nike tech (on my nike tech)
n+ggas hidin’, i don’t got time for that, you come, i’m sn+tching necks (come, i’m sn+tching necks)
b+tches f+ck, so charge it to the gang, then run you up a check, n+gga (n+gga)
this b+tch hurt me, almost fell in love with her (b+tch)
imma bounce back with a new b+tch anyway, let buck hit her
ain’t no love for a scrub, baby, i’m a thug n+gga (i’m a thug n+gga)
in the club, with my n+ggas buckin’ and wе send slugs at em (blatt)
i spend fivе thousand on some guns, they know i get sh+t done (know i get sh+t done)
drop them funds, my n+ggas bring back heads, and chase n+ggas that run (chase n+ggas that run)
i done blew a hunnid’ thousand, wit’ my n+ggas in one month
i was spending it on dumb sh+t, get the bag and f+ck it up
coulda been dropped a chain
coulda been dropped the range
but what i been did was slid, most of the gang done caught a brain
i’ll throw this sh+t away, i don’t give a f+ck about no fame
a n+gga play with me, i’m crashing, so don’t say my f+cking name
all these b+tch ass n+ggas playin’, til they see they brother brain
that’s the outcome of this sh+t, when you think playin’ with me a game
i got aim, i say one word and they blast, n+gga
cause them shooters paid, i send bro get on your ass, n+gga
.30 to his face (yea!)
christian lou, bl++dy bottoms, i got spice on my toes
they say diamonds losing value, so i might just keep the gold
in the trenches, wit my n+ggas, i get money, and buy souls
i’m wit backstreet, my bro say hit his line if you need them bowls
b+tch, i can make your dawg slime you out
n+gga touch my brudda, b+tch, so that’s the sh+t i’m slidin’ bout
i can’t let it go, he gon’ forever, it’s straight slaughter house
we come with automatics, man these n+ggas done brought the reaper out
ayy, b+tch, take this d+ck hoe, just keep it down (down)
put your legs behind your head, just lay there, imma beat it down (down)
i ain’t bust yet, i’m off this x, b+tch, just turn around
arch your back in, and call me breezy while i dig you out (hahaha) (yea)
i got bodies, i get n+ggas found
jump off in that water, and try dive i bet that n+gga drown
shoot this b+tch for four minutes, we came wit a hunnid’ rounds (what? what? what?)
n+gga we do no missin’, jump out gang, we run you down (what? what? what?)
i just bought a new crib, that b+tch got h+lla sp+ce (b+tch got h+lla sp+ce)
might just go cop me a cat, b+tch, cause now i’m h+lla paid (skrr)
n+ggas steady smoking who, what? he at heaven gates
got this ass on the choppa, it’s never tired, like kevin gates
i been spending h+lla cash, these n+ggas mad i done bossed up (bossed up)
put my name inside your song, lil’ n+gga, it’s gon’ cost ya (cost ya)
ugh, knock em off cuh, we get n+ggas taped up? (taped up?)
ridin’ with my young n+gga, hop out, let that drac bust? (drac bust?)
they know we stupid, we get every n+gga that played us (played us)
n+gga, so i advise you keep that thing tucked (buh)
he like nine, you banged up? (banged up?)
doctor got em flamed up?
he say he smoke rolo pack, (what?) now that n+gga winged up?
dig him up, that n+gga dead (n+gga dead)
ugh, .762 done hit his friend (hit his friend)
n+gga still sending n+ggas off the [?] (yea)
get a n+gga hit for thirty thousand
like that, b+tch
rw, n+gga
srt on every glock

- jdot breezy lyrics

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