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letra de crash time - jdot breezy

[intro]
i bet a n-gga ain’t gon’-
yeah, like, n-gga
we be on-
yeah, man
i don’t even-
(phebo)
ayy, b-tch ass n-gga
n-ggas ain’t draw no motherf-ckin’ blood, like what, n-gga
man, we hit big every motherf-ckin’ time, n-gga
check the news, n-gga
another hat

[verse]
ayy, dare a n-gga to try me, my crew lace sh-t down on site
it ain’t no passes that we give, we on your ass like white on rice
kimbo my drac’, hop out and slice
7-eleven, b-tch roll the dice
steppin’ and steppin’, makin’ ’em piped
you send him, we hit him, he ain’t comin’ back (boom)
there go money that i touch, on opps i up the f-ckin’ price
i might take his b-tch and boss her up, i like her shape, she nice
don’t pop pour to four he poured a eight, this time it’s not his sprite
we some vamps, baby, i don’t come outside until it’s night
please don’t tempt me, i be tempted with that drac’, play, i line him up
like, teachers playin’ today
them hits be organized, get taught, you ducked
like, who is all these new n-ggas beef with me? bet, round ’em up
we bound to make another n-gga die tryna get down on us
b-tch, i never ducked no smoke, i slung that iron plenty times, i’m still spinnin’
i’m active, boy, give a f-ck about nothin’, n-gga, slide down
i put this sh-t on pause, n-gga, ’bout my dog, we put sh-t in the ground
they know ’bout us, we f-ck sh-t up anytime we come, n-gga, ask around
when a n-gga did some to dot? can’t name no time, n-ggas p-ssyfootin’
all these bully rookies with no f-ckin’ hats, they all p-ssy
n-ggas mad, now they ass wan’ beef ’bout a switch, that’s bull, my dog took it
bet a n-gga won’t f-ck with me, i’ma crash out, i don’t care who lookin’
ride ’round on every side of town, f-ck who don’t f-ck with us
sh-t, f-ck whoever don’t f-ck with me, i ain’t hurtin’, b-tch, i don’t give a f-ck
say i’m endearin’ and belligerent since i ran this f-ckin’ money up
i’ma act a ass ’cause i want to, i can merch n-ggas ain’t done enough
when ralo died i was in that car, after practice i was doin’ drills
really chase a n-gga, i apply my athlete sk!lls and run down k!lls
2019 them boys ain’t have no f-ckin’ guns, i was on they hills
i was spinnin’ on they sh-t for fun, no bap, they know what it is
i got plenty funds, i spend that sh-t on robbings, i don’t club
might take thirty out for fun and f-ckin’ give my b-tch a dub
been that sh-t since a jitterbug, my daddy used to thug
my mama too, ain’t raise no p-ssys, f-ck you think i get it from?
i hate when we can’t get this pape’ together, i’ll give you some
d-ck her down, she want some now and later, made her fall in love
want that static, we gon’ hit you up, wet you like a tub
keep on reppin’, we gon’ k!ll that bug, f-ck you and your thugs
b-tch, i’m pistol bangin’, lane changin’, step on sh-t like rug
b-tch, my gang dangerous, told that b-tch she better not spill my cup
b-tch, we still stainin’
opps, we k!ll they ass, n-gga, just because
you ain’t my f-ckin’ twin, don’t try to peace me up, n-gga, you ain’t my blood
pistol gang, throw guns for pete and, b-tch, we swing that drac’ for leeke
been runnin’ through them bands
could’ve bought a patek or went and copped piguet
but i didn’t, b-tch, i rather fund this beef and put these n-ggas to sleep
i’ma f-ck my wrist up though and ice my b-tch so she can look like me
b.b. simon belt, amiri jeans, might put on a off-white tee
think you dumb? well, b-tch, we stupid, everybody ’round be off like me
they like why y’all sip that sh-t? codeine i need, i’m coughin’, see?
boy, play with me, i’ma bang a hundred rounds, leave burned like coffee beans
baby, i’m a star, gotta f-ck with rubber now, my time be costin’ me
man, baby played, this ho can’t come around, now this b-tch stalkin’ me
i bang that drac’, it sound how thunder sound
boy, you’ll get off of me (boom, boom, boom)
b-tch, i’m on point, no, you won’t run me down
i get sh-t off of me, yeah
[outro]
n-gga already know how we f-ckin’ rockin’, man
bruh, n-ggas can talk that talk all they f-ckin’ want to (k!ll your stupid ass broad day)
we be slangin’ iron out this motherf-cker
this sh-t ain’t gon’ never stop (anywhere, anytime)
don’t come around tryna play me like no f-ckin’ rapper
n-gga, you gon’ get your ass hit on camera (on god)
everything, n-gga
that’s on the set, n-gga
rip ralo, rip john, rip leeke
ain’t runnin’ from none
rw

- jdot breezy

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