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jdot breezy – reincarnated lyrics

[verse]
look
n+gga diss me and got sh+t in his sh+t
he say he smokin’ ralo
man, foolio a b+tch
i’ll pull up on the six cause my glock got a d+ck
but i’ll jump out with the drac
and run him down and take a p+ss
how you rap ’bout gangster sh+t but you ain’t ever did a hit?
why you talk ’bout k!llin’ people, you ain’t ever shot no stick
and i wouldn’t claim that sh+t if i was from the six
that n+gga zay spit in your face and he punched you in your sh+t
ain’t no n+gga from the play
but i ain’t no b+tch ’cause i’m not one
all them n+ggas talkin’ ’bout a stick but ain’t got one
how you call this man a steppa but this n+gga never shot ‘nun?
[?] down, fled the scene, heard the cops comin’
b+tch, but it’s bibby in my blunt
i might try to mix dank
[?] turned into some runtz
hop out on a n+gga block and i made his ass run
how you smokin’ on my dawg and your body count ain’t one?
ralo died with a f.n.?
well, bibby died with his gun
[?] ass in the grave
why they speakin’ on lil’ jon
tiki ass got slayed, he ain’t have a chance to run
and i won’t speak on thirty+five
[?] his ass done
bronem made sum’ shake with the drac and had fun with it
went to church last week
p+ssy b+tch, i had my gun with me
i don’t wanna hit that ho, that p+ssy bad man i’m done with it
four+five got a d+ck and that drac got a tongue in it
bro just hit a n+gga ass with the f+ckin’ k
i can’t speak on [?] just know it ate his f+ckin’ face
you be kissin’ on that ho
she ate the gang, how it taste?
find out they outside and swing the flame like it’s mace
hard+stoppa’, big choppa
b+tch my glock like the [?]
i shot a trap down, make a n+gga never see [?]
i ain’t really sellin’ sh+t man
you know that sh+t re+rock
[?] a n+gga get them bands then go cop a plain g+shock
j+d+o+t
dra+co is on me
i’ll blow a n+gga down
shoot a n+gga in his t++th
run that n+gga ass down just for speakin’ on me (b+tch)
r+a+l+o
rest up, ra+lo
choppa make a n+gga lock like he in a figure four
put that iron to his mind and just let that b+tch blow (b+tch)
[outro]
n+gga know how we f+ckin’ rockin’ n+gga
like cut out [?]
ain’t no kush in my pocket
just big bankrolls and dirty dracos
shooters on point they gon’ move when i say so
lil’ jock in the cut, he gon’ f+ck around and give you a halo
haha
b+tch i’m back
n+gga know how we f+ckin’ rockin’
f+ck the opps, 6k sh+t n+gga
gang sh+t n+gga
state+champ sh+t n+gga
n+gga know how i’m f+ckin’ rockin’ n+gga
playin’ football n+gga
won state+champ n+gga
don’t get your stupid ass ran down stupid ass boy
come here

- jdot breezy lyrics

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