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letra de finning for murder - jdot breezy

[intro]
(ayy, zay, this sh-t too crazy)
yeah
aye, aye, aye, aye
i’m saying tho, like
aye
this n-ggas talking so f-cking tough
n-gga
(turn me up, trad)
b-tch ass n-gga
aye

[verse]
i fiend for murder n-gga (b-tch)
n-ggas know i’m with it
stand on business, got my murder n-ggas by me with it (by me with it)
they gon’ think the draco ain’t come semi, watch the way i hit it (i hit it)
can’t slide on a opp when i was ‘posed to go pay for my pending (my pending)
b-tch ass n-gga dissing gang, your gang ’round here panicking (panicking)
send a rabbit, trick for kids, and we k!ll all the city b-tch (city b-tch)
choppa hit your whip, then we dip, now your ceiling missing (ceiling missing)
rock with them, get flipped, that’s your tip, make a smart decision (bow)
might my change my name to choppaman, we pull up and we chop his ass (chop his ass)
i wanna see their hair bob, so hold on, wait, don’t hit the gas (don’t hit the gas)
ralo told me run them down, i did that and dumped the mag (?)
he ain’t see me creep up, i know he like “this n-gga fast” (?)
sosa had got me a drac’, that sh-t turnt my savage up (savage up)
posted outside every day, dare a n-gga clap at us (p-ssy)
one n-gga was bold, me and fourbrazy done clapped it up (goofy, bow, bow)
crash n-gga, he thought he was pulling up (stupid b-tch)
put a opp in a box, tell ’em pack him up (yeah)
[?] hear my n-ggas call themselves the green bay packers-or-sum (hahaha)
my n-ggas wears smackers, get you smacked for trying to rep on sum (rep on sum)
call your ass a capper, cap ass n-gga never stepped on nun (lil’ b-tch)
my lil’ brother sat there solid for two years, he ain’t gone stay (nah)
kept it closed like he should, i thank the lord for him today (shh)
[?] ten bands in total, run it up, stay out the way
f-ck them hoes, this b-tches play a role, it’s best to play it safe (play it safe)
now i’m back up on that bullsh-t
riding with a full clip (uh-huh)
forty shots in it, hit that target in my [?] (ugh)
n-ggas they be hoes, throwing shade on that dual sh-t (ugh)
pop an x, [?], that other sh-t on [?]
n-ggas act like they won’t die, get k!lled for that cool sh-t (b-tch)
out the window with my drac’, my clip look like a pole stick (p-ssy)
n-gga f-ck your army, b-tch we wonder where your shooter been
them n-ggas don’t want it, they know kuku gang some hooligans (yeah)
n-gga know we stupid, get up with any n-gga that get in my f-cking way, f-ck your gang, f-ck what you bang, f-ck where you from, it’s up with any n-gga and we gon’ stand on that n-gga, that f-cking business (bow, bow, bow)
let go
get me out my f-cking top, like i ain’t got no mind (ain’t got no mind)
run ’em down, if i ain’t by myself, i got two n-ggas on the blind (two n-ggas on the blind)
say he did something to me, now jdot beat, nah a n-gga lying (nah a n-gga lying)
b-tch i’m smokin’ ass for free, n-gga mention leek, then a n-gga dying
cat and mouse, hide and go seek, this n-ggas play games and they hide (?)
to this day, a n-gga still banging pistols, lil chicken n-ggas get fried (bow, bow, bow)
screaming f-ck a n-gga, tryna run up with him, tell him bring his ass outside (run up)
we get up with ’em, won’t duck n-gga, we here n-gga, this sh-t live
[outro]
yeah
srt
yeah n-gga, yeah, that’s what you wanna do, we gonna do it
srt
srt put n-ggas on a shirt
srt
we just hit your mans, we just hit your mans and those [?] too
rw sh-t man
gang gang gang
kuku gang sh-t
yeah
(frr frr, frr, frr)
srt on every glock
[?] of these motherf-ckin’ heads [?] my top
rest up ralo, rest up meek, rest up lil’ john
srt on every glock
gang sh-t
they just freak out, b-tch, n-gga
they just freak out
srt on every glock

- jdot breezy

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