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letra de a threat - jdot breezy

[intro]
(pbell)
stupid boy (b-tch)
stupid boy
ayy, b-tch
(dxnte, you snapped on this one)
ayy, boy

[verse]
i’ve been a threat, don’t give me peace (peace)
i get to the check, i don’t give no f-cks about no b-tch, boy (about no b-tch)
i’m in here for long and i’ve been standin’ in on his sh-t (standin’ on his sh-t)
n-gga been i slide wrong, ’cause we won’t f-cking, park the b-tch (yeah, sh-t)
mix designer, this b-tch say, she like my style (she like my style)
got stance like widow army, it’s a problem with bumping down (with bumping down)
they start hit the heart as i bang that b-tch, it’s super loud (it’s super loud)
4 round and k!ll your odyssey disney, b-tch, better calm down (do it)
remember, i had that g2, had a 30 inside that b-tch (30 inside that b-tch)
now i got that g thing, slide ’round with that phony
but my target, i swing my door and blinky scream, i know you hit (i know you hit)
contract business, n-gga
now go hop out, and finish that
they say, “i went through the roof”, like, what a f-ck the ceiling that? (f-ck the ceiling that)
we’ll drill about that running, we finna go get the windows tent (i get that windows)
i used to f-ck with arp’s, i even had a 60 inch (it’s 60 inch)
it’s easy survive to streets, this b-tch ass n-gga just don’t be listening
to our head n-gga so fast, i know yo’ mama told you (i know sh-t)
that sh-t here real life, gonna fit that pipe, tryna play soldier (tryna play soldier)
i told my enemy, “i was gonna get his ass”, he dead, i told you
not a boy, stranded cannabis, we k!lled his ass and we went home
rode, ayy, ayy
n-ggas gettin’ popped up (popped up)
all that fake throw, n-gga, now you clapped up (now you clapped)
now people choking out that scene, you getting wrapped up (wrapped)
n-gga just want them views and screams, them boys ain’t top nothing
kk with a shoulder scr-p, bang and watch your vocal out
you see how fast i’m pushing down, you shooting back, you leaving out (leave)
by john cena, n-gga, i ain’t seeing them that switching weaving him (seeing)
tripping fell, b-tch, we deleting him, call guy, you need him (need)
yeah, b-tch, that’s me up in that backseat (backseat)
spot a opp, b-tches tiny hop out with heavy (heavy)
k!lling everything, that’s after me, they talkin’ ’bout whacking me (whacking me)
how about down my back door, so b-tch it ain’t no back of me (ain’t no back of me)
choppa chewing sh-t, just had to back a beat (had to back)
can’t get chewy wetter faculty, we do that happen (happen)
real r-t-rded, n-gga, my mom f-cked up, just how my grandma (my grandma)
i don’t got that pink song, say much them boys go stamp for me (stamp for me)
[outro]
stupid boy

- jdot breezy

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