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letra de freestyle - jdot breezy

[verse]
catch that top, yea, get that guap then
[?] i’m murda man, i’m sliding round’ with fox den
[?] got that 300 block and he like dot let’s block bend
slide up on him, let off shots he cold from that hot sh-t
my n-ggas gon’ spin spin spin, till they nauseous
when you lack, b-tch you die, move with precaution
in a scat with bug my n-gga light he on some all sh-t
p-ssed this ain’t no f-cking vine we put sh-t in a coffin
this b-tch let me f-ck she like my swag and i got bands
all these n-ggas want me dead so how that drac’ dead when i land
after shows they wanna link i’m with q3 b-tch bring a friend
she know i know she a freak let her eat the meat then a b-tch slid
30 thousand, put that on yo mans, they gon’ bring him in
rap capping, n-ggas talking bout’ some sh-t they never did
we bout’ action, everytime they post up, b-tch we went and slid
he clout rapping, we gon’ make his ass pay for what he said
robin jeans came with the wings b-tch i paid 1200 for the pants
talking bout’ head tops, i’ma take it there let the switch off n-gga dance
oh he out his top on clubhouse, i pulled up n-gga ran
b-tch we catch bodies for a living ain’t sh-t silly n-gga we ain’t playing
ay, i might blow through 50k, come through with that dirty drac’
marco polo n-ggas hide, bring yo’ ass outside and play
what you did when uh-uh died, nah, i ain’t gon’ say his name
say you smoke my brother bronem let that cutta’ bust his brain
all these b-tches f-ck for fame, all these b-tches know my name
talking get your partner hit, bro spinning sh-t like hurricane
bend that b-tch and hit that switch, he fall then it’s a dirty game
[?] i’m bl–dy b-tch these f-ck n-ggas know i bang that gang
pick him up that n-gga falling, he got hit with bl!cks
bronem tryna hit the plug, say he got bout’ fifty bricks
coming out that club n-gga, we gon’ let them fifties hit
crack got hit all in his face, call that n-gga fifty-six
we gon’ show no love, pullin’ up let them semis hit
30 ball a dub, them young ku’s come through wrecking sh-t
no i’m not yo’ cuz, b-tch i’m blood so correct that sh-t
uhh, wanna be down for them, f-ck it, bronem stretch the b-tch
outta my mind, n-gga cross that line then he gon’ meet death and sh-t
he, ain’t got time, n-gga blowed that iron at shh he felt the sh-t
pulled out racks and melt the b-tch, i be on some selfish sh-t
let me in that p-ssy b-tch you bet’ not let no goofy hit
ay, we love stamping sh-t, i be fresh like peppermint
it ain’t about that money, b-tch don’t call it’s irrelevant
d-mn, we just smoked yo’ dog, now that n-gga heaven sent
choppa hit his head he fall, n-gga lost all 7 sense
skirted off, that n-gga hit, got the rod out tryna bait a fish
n-gga down then we get it lit, drop a murda bag, these is all bl!cks
broke ass n-gga don’t call sh-t, bend they block with all d-cks
switches up on everything so ain’t no way we all miss
smoking dead opps, i do that often
tryna pass this grabba back, this new pack got me coughing
said he did what to who, sh-t that’s when he lost me
how you smoking ralo when we put mitch in a coffin
f-ck it, get a n-gga bought then, 30 on me when i walked in
dead n-gga round we gon’ bang that heat
homicide, bring that chalk in
shoot a opp n-gga right in his t–th, bet a f-ck n-gga won’t talk then
all you b-tch ass n-ggas want beef, f-ck it make that call then
[outro]
n-gga know i’m gang gang to the death man
i don’t give a f-ck what a n-gga talking about
we gon’ come, we gon’ come, we gon’ come again n-gga (srt on every glock)
glah, n-gga, can’t run from a drac’, boa (srt on every glock)

- jdot breezy

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