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letra de baby tweak - jdot breezy

[intro]
yeah, n-gga
already know how i’m f-ckin’ rockin’, man
like cutoff stockings
ain’t no kush in my pocket, just big bankrolls and dirty dracos
shooters on point and they gon’ shoot when i say so
lil’— shh, in the cut, he gon’ f-ck around and give you a halo
i ain’t gotta say my bro name
you know what the f-ck goin’ on, n-gga
rw ku
(f-ck it, turn it up, cashyy)
i been rockin’, n-gga
with a team or without one, n-gga
i’m gon’ rock out, b-tch
ayy
[verse]
chase a n-gga with this drac’ like he owe me somethin’
in this beef sh-t, you gotta have a bag, you ain’t got no money
p-ssy, if you trappin’, why you hatin’ on this rap money?
garbage-ass n-gga, wouldn’t even buy a pack from him
make your dog a strand and make you p-ssies go and drill somethin’
hundred deep outside, don’t give a f-ck, my n-ggas still coming
hit him in his top for all that bap, now that’s real funny
bustin’ off this pill, f-ckin’ tweakin’, i can’t feel nothin’
n-ggas turn to hoes, you should’ve had a p-ssy
he was fakin’ with his poles, so breezy f-ckin’ took ’em
i’ll wipe a n-gga nose likе he a f-ckin’ booger (gang)
two up on my glock, pull the triggеr and it stutter
melvin, baby boy, lil’ n-gga guns and b-tter
this ho f-ckin’ everybody, boy, why you tryna cuff her?
she been all around the world with that p-ssy, globetrotter
like i’m future, tryna bring me down, but i’ma go harder
got this mop on me, b-tch, run up on me, you gon’ die
that’s a suicide mission and you know it, so don’t try
you got everything to say up in a song, p-ssy, slide
catch him comin’ out his home, get on his ass with that fire (stupid)
bad b-tch tryna f-ck with some real thick thighs
baby brick, she the sh-t with them peanut b-tter eyes
thick girls can’t take d-ck, but i’ma put it in her spine
now this b-tch bringin’ her babies, take the whip out her garage
make you get your dog name tatted playin’ with me, b-tch
ever seen a brain splatter? i ain’t been the same since
rap n-ggas pickin’ sides, all i see is ridin’ d-ck
n-ggas goin’ out sad, you too grown for that sh-t
rip the real, now just for my bro, i give ’em ten
you don’t know what’s blazin’, b-tch, i ain’t your motherf-ckin’ twin
n-gga wanna show out for them hoes, do him in
i don’t wanna squash nothin’, n-gga, feel the drac’ instead
think my draco an ape the way it beat a n-gga head
beyblade a n-gga face, let it rip on his ass
turn your mans into a dead, we dump the clip on his ass
apple ain’t far from the tree, you a p-ssy like your dad (stupid)
[outro]
p-ssy-ass daddy, n-gga
’cause he raised a p-ssy n-gga
f-ck boy

- jdot breezy

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