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jdot breezy – talkin tough lyrics

talkin tough lyrics
[intro]
mm, mm
srt on every glock, (thanks yakree) srt on every glock, n+gga
srt on every glock

[verse]
why these n+ggas talking tough, like i won’t get n+ggas touched
big bankroll my pockets thurl, she say she done i don’t give a f+ck
poured a 4 off in my sprite, double up, double up, double my cup
buying em’ bodies n+gga f+ck that ice, won’t turn out nice if you play with us
trackstar, made n+ggas run, ffft, made a n+gga leg bend
they tryna’ get dot out the way, whoever they send a dead man
f+ck yo dog i’ll say it again, b+tch we the ones who hit your mans
left his hoe ass on thе curb, free kshordy tell em’ get his mans
wе put n+ggas up, new opp died, felt like a nut
aw aw got that sh+t bad, .556 done hit his gut
you know we clean n+ggas up, left his b+tch ass stank as f+ck
old opps want new beef, them n+ggas just some sitting ducks
jarvo show me a 20 balled, dirty ass jit you broke as f+ck
you ain’t been on no drills, almost got k!lled, the driver f+cked us up
sliding with this hockey stick, tell me who head gon’ be the puck
kenajae sit yo young ass down, i’d hate having to come and f+ck you up
y’all still in y’all mama house, n+gga don’t go no money put up
that’s why when y’all go to jail, you poor ass n+ggas be in there stuck
b+tch ass n+gga gotta take that l, you cuffing that hoe and greenlight f+cked
cracka must get rebirthed from h+ll, that b+tch ass n+gga keep gettin’ up
stood on business, bought them switches, send them b+tches to the city
watch this 50 sang like whitney, police want me, come and get me
all my opps some f+cking b+tches, mookey b+tch ass need stitches
calvin ass got shot up, hoe ass n+gga know he better not diss me
i stay sliding through the 6, cap ass n+gga ain’t on sh+t
run down, turned around too late all he could say is “oh sh+t!”
slide up on the opps, move like he puttin’ on lotion
i put a opp on breaking news, i’m the one who got your bro hit
other little boy screaming 22, shut the f+ck up you a whole snitch
you admitted to it, remember you told me, we was at practice b+tch
how the f+ck you smoking leeke, your soft ass ain’t gon’ clap sh+t
i don’t even want your b+tch, she tryna f+ck, that p+ssy bap ass sh+t
petey got hit curt got on live, bibby got smashed foolio ain’t slide
smoke his past 2x whenever we ride, rodk got dropped old vl crying
n+ggas don’t slide, these n+ggas be lying
ask 6 what he did when teki ass died
cojack got slapped your b+tch ass ran
kinda hard to believe you gonna pop that fire
we all we got, what you did about dre
n+gga know we don’t miss, smoke mitch to the face
mask up riding around through the 6 with a k
if your ass reading this then sorry you late
i ain’t going on a date if i can’t take drac
n+gga run up on dot, get shot in your face
these bullets too hot bake n+ggas like cake
free 21, kai, and free lil dre
free the guys
[outro]
n+gga free all the guys, n+gga free kspazz, [?] man
n+gga already know how we f+cking rocking man
free lil kai, free 21, free dre man
free all my n+ggas fighting them cases, we still smoking these dead ass
b+tch ass n+ggas and we standing on business n+gga
any n+gga can get it n+gga, f+ck you n+gga, f+ck your momma, your daddy, your sister, your brother, f+ck all the opps n+gga
6k, n+gga, av6k, b+tch!

- jdot breezy lyrics

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