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letra de keep bleeding - j4 krazy & jdot breezy

[verse 1: j4 krazy]
what ya mans wanna do, get stood on
if we pull up on the street, we gone leave the whole hood smokin’
glock in my hand, i’ll split a n-gga head open
2022 when we slide, n-ggas still chokin’
said he bangin’ blue, but he red, n-gga set trippin
blood in the street, told my bro don’t step in it
chop in my lap, i’ll leave a n-gga wet wit it
set so dry, everyday that we crept it
trap stayed open, i remember n-ggas slept in it
pull up in that car, bet a n-gga get left in it
glock in my right, shoot da yop wit my left hand
my 7.62s make a opp do a headstand
kentaе scared, man, them n-ggas need a rebrand
i bе blowin money, man, a n-gga get freebandz
catch you wit a opp, bet we lay ya on the cement
how i been a b, you the one who keep bleedin’?
knowin how it go, missin’ me with the preachin’
you could say my hi-tech, n-gga, line of the cement
hit a n-gga yard, n-gga tryna get a breach in
tried to get it done, ain’t bro, where the bleach at?
tryna get ya head cracked? b-tch don’t speak then
twin got the band, but we still on defense
she don’t wanna f-ck, send me a sneak peek then
n-gga hit the building, get it litty, then we leavin’
turnt on the opps, man them n-ggas do lil’ sh-t
stand on the block, we gone make the whole hood switch
say bro smokin’ mitch, that’s fye, that’s some good sh-t
how y’all got that lil n-gga ried and ain’t did sh-t?

[verse 2: jdot breezy]
chop back him up, like, “his ass need a wristband” (yeah)
get racks, f-ck n-gga, i don’t get mad
hit ’em with the k, left him stank, with his b-tch ass
we done put a opp n-gga on a sh-tbag
new opp pack, gotta call ricky
do a n-gga bad, b-tch gimme a reason
f-ck yo brudda, ion f-ck with them people
hit up the block, hit the gas, then we leavin
ain’t sh-t safe, n-gga brudda gone lay, leave him face down dead with his brain out leakin’
out with that dope, better pray you 4 deep ina whip, everybody up in the car been fiendin
hit everything in the face, gotta keep my pace, like feet won’t heal, leave him creamin’ [??? wdf]
talk that talk, bet a n-gga won’t play, swerve up, -bow bow-, man down, he bleedin’
aye, my shooters see red, better think wit yo head before you go meet the pastor and deacon
we hit his head, then it lock up his legs, he just fell to the ground, he just layin’ there tweakin’

- j4 krazy jdot breezy

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