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jdot breezy - out my body lyrics

[intro]
racks on me right now
(f+ck it, turn it up, cashyy)
srt on every glock
srt on every glock (huh? huh? huh?)
ayy

[verse]
last n+gga said, “cool down,” (what?) he got hit too (he got hit too)
last opp died was dissin’ on us, now he with ku (now he with ku)
bl++dy+ass n+gga, i put on for that rw (for rw)
slidin’ with this cougar b+tch, can’t cap, this ho ’bout thirty+two (thirty+two)
poppa like, “you got a drac’?” h+ll yeah, you know i do (you know i do)
him and joker trippin’, n+ggas sippin’, they sh+t muddy too
slidin’ windows tinted with them switches, nah, i’m cappin’, fool
i know he got his friend, i clean whatever up that’s after you (ayy, ayy)
i’m strapped just like i’m velcro
clip look like an elbow (yeah)
we been f+ckin’ hoes since way back when rockin’ sh+ll toes (sh+ll toes)
speak on me, i ask you state facts, don’t tell a talе though (don’t tell a tale though)
solid ’bout them bodiеs, but these n+ggas rather tell though (b+tch)
all these f+ckin’ goofies keep on poppin’ out the woodwork (what? f+ck it, turn it up, cashyy)
we pull out them get backs that make a n+gga whole hood hurt (yeah)
before this sh+t be over, we gon’ buy they whole hood shirts (yeah)
and all them n+ggas hoes, we need to buy they whole hood skirts (b+tch)
man, no cap, i could’ve been flooded my wrist (on god)
but the trenches more important, get that bag and send out hits (yeah)
drop another f+ckin’ bag, you make me mad and drop a diss
i put them k!llers on your mans because he talk a lil’ b+tch (b+tch)
now what the f+ck your ass gon’ do is sit on ig and talk sh+t (huh?)
get in the studio and cap like you was really on a hit (b+tch)
you was ‘posed to be a pack, but luckily, them k!llers missed
say i fell off, but i fell back, so all you fans, get off my d+ck (b+tch)
i ain’t name droppin’, throwin’ my subliminals and sh+t
lowkey givin’ n+ggas clout, b+tch, them days over with (what?)
pop out, hit him with that chop, he fall, we standin’ over jit (what?)
you could die right with your dog, he get involved, we smokin’ jit, n+gga
f+ck a n+gga, i ain’t sparin’ him, i ain’t sparin’ sh+t (f+ck it, turn it up, cashyy)
everything affiliated, put that paper on that sh+t (buh)
only got time for money and that murder, not a b+tch (not a b+tch)
it’s best to never p+ss me off ’cause you gon’ die you make the list
now i got your ass stepped on, should’ve had that teflon
but you didn’t, now your motherf+ckin’ chest gone
brainless+ass n+gga, thought i was the one to rep on (stupid)
all that f+ckin’ walkin’ got your stupid ass crept on (goofy)
uh+huh, tell me this, who head bigger now?
check on your mans, p+ssy n+gga, i know you figure it out (haha)
i hit your nerve when he got hit, go ‘head and spit it out (haha)
i drop that sh+t, bro hit the switch and get the city hot, b+tch
[outro]
racks on me right now, n+gga
srt on every glock, n+gga know how i’m f+ckin’ rockin’, n+gga
you feel me?
my heart on the north, but i got love on the east, gang

- jdot breezy lyrics

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