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letra de get up on'em - jdot breezy

[intro]
(thanks, yakree)
(ayo, clipzy, this sh-t raw as h-ll)
go
go, go

[chorus: jdot breezy]
get up on him with that motherf-cker, get the job done
n-gga, we the problem, so don’t motherf-ckin’ try us
boy, if you was smart, you would let bygones be bygones
n-ggas said they wanted war, so i went out to buy guns
tongue wrestling, get your ass shot, n-gga, try somethin’
n-gga, get your b-tch, i don’t want her, she is triflin’
f-ck her, then i dip, i’m tryna one night somethin’
he got too much lip, a bullet, he can bite one
[verse 1: jdot breezy]
he can catch this .556, ar, dracs, and glocks with d-cks
ar got that extra lead, long barrel, no kick
told his ass stay out the way, but he still got his brain hit
i done got some monеy and some fame, i’m still the samе jit
i won’t change up, nah, but my artillery do, that’s facts
n-ggas scared to come outside ’cause if they do, we makin’ packs
see the crowd, pick one out, i just let that chopper latch
.223 gon’ run him down and make his f-ckin’ egg hatch
pick off mine, we pick it back
n-ggas lyin’ ’bout body stats
them n-ggas ain’t turnt like that
them n-ggas ’round there gettin’ whacked
duck, duck, goose, these n-ggas both
ol’ duck-ass n-ggas gettin’ quacked
i done hit up plenty n-ggas, on ralo, boy, and that’s a fact

[chorus: jdot breezy]
get up on him with that motherf-cker, get the job done
n-gga, we the problem, so don’t motherf-ckin’ try us
boy, if you was smart, you would let bygones be bygones
n-ggas said they wanted war, so i went out to buy guns
tongue wrestling, get your ass shot, n-gga, try somethin’
n-gga, get your b-tch, i don’t want her, she is triflin’
f-ck her, then i dip, i’m tryna one night somethin’
he got too much lip, a bullet, he can bite one
[verse 2: spinabenz]
shootin’ off the hip, tweak this pistol like i got five guns
get your ass left in the streets, you got the right one
n-gga, you got bands on your head, you gon’ die, son
chopper, my chopper bite off a n-gga ear, mike tyson
b-tch, my only topic always aks and shoot sh-t
wonder if my mama know i’m r-t-rded, i get aks, go stupid
it’s like my mind not attached to my body, always lose it
wop, i think i love shootin’ n-ggas too much, my daddy cupid
wop, i think i need to go to drillin’ anonymous, i abuse it
if they seen the sh-t i seen, they’d probably vomit and call truces
you would think i shot three of this n-gga fingers off, he cop deuces
ayy, dot, these n-ggas broke, g-y, famous, and flaw, that’s all to it (go, that’s all to it)

- jdot breezy

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