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letra de cold summer - jdot breezy

[chorus]
b-tch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
left him grieving chopper cleaned him we done tripled up the score
i call this b-tch mop stick you sweep the block i mop the floor
b-tch im hungry for the beef sh-t where the cancer we want smoke
(2x)

[verse 1]
whole lot of guns we got drums that sh-t out the chop
h-ll nah i don’t want the k if that b-tch come with a stock
im tryna hold you by my hip an just let that b-tch pop
swing this b-tch round n round like im working the pot
i grew up around violence i don’t know how to stop
i won’t let a n-gga k!ll me im not biggie or pac
got the drop on the opps im just patiently watching
if i dont come and get you best believe its going to be jaq
ever since i lost ralo i been ready to crash
i catch a n-gga out of bounds put this mop on your ass
223’s like to travel so you better think fast
crackers come im fast and furious im doing the dash
[chorus]
b-tch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
left him grieving chopper cleaned him we done tripled up the score
i call this b-tch mop stick you sweep the block i mop the floor
b-tch im hungry for the beef sh-t where the cancer we want smoke
(2x)

[verse 2]
its lil jdot mr make it happen and im smoking dead n-ggas
steadily dissin on lil dot but im the one thats breaking bread with u
opps was on your ass you ain’t have no gun b-tch you was scared n-gga
now your ass a opp i guess i gotta let this led hit him
223’s it put him to sleep now its just deceased
ain’t no running b-tch on ralo swear im hawking sh-t on feet
if its beef n-gga we can meet or i’ll be down the street
keep it g b-tch we about that drama leave it in the streets
don’t tell the hoes keep your mouth closed don’t take it to the feds

[outro]
you know we smoke dead n-ggas… baby ralo in this b-tch
you know jaq in the cut
i got a new driver

- jdot breezy

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