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letra de jordan year - jdot breezy

these n—as tripping they gon’ end up f-cking missing cause’ they playing
i’ get up wit anybody b-tch ass n—a what you saying
why my name in b-tches mouth when they can’t even show a band
murda’ man he’ll get you hit just for a bag and turn up bad
any whip i drive fast
young n-gga i be stuntin’ i took his b-tch thats why he mad
b-tch i’m picky bout my hoes i like em red brown and bad
got all these bands inside my pants the only reason that i sag
i’ll send a hit and go lay up wit’ my b-tch, n-gga
don’t come to me with bullsh-t i’m getting rich, n-gga
don’t got a budget i’ll spend thousands on my fits n-gga
you drop a diss i’ll turn round and make yo momma sick n-gga
what’s unknown ain’t for the known
b-tch at home i got the chrome
paranoid i’m tweaking bad my house to big to be alone n-gga just what i’m on & what i did was set in stone
talk bout my kids and b-tch it’s on murder now b-tch let’s tweak its on
i’m moving like a rolling stone i got that drac i’m heading home i’m in my mirror try to follow windows down you getting blowed last n—a that f-cking played with me he got his soul stole (f-cking soul stole) i got this rollie on my wrist we bang yo’ b-tch getting rolled on
move right or get left 30 on me called steph cop a 30 thru’ your jersey shooting n—as ass to death, don’t put no plastic clips in glocks cause when i bang them b-tches melt
b-tch anyway i got that chop i’m hopping out & chasing him n-ggas talk but not outside but get on live they ready to beef like they doing this and that n-gga merched last time they swung that heat, in atlanta with them straps right now i’m up b-tch come to me we done f-cked you n—as up the f-ck y’all still talk about this beef
don’t even know what car to pick my b-tches say i’m buying sh-t i done f-cked up and all this b-tch is say is dot a lying b-tch. i’ll tell the truth right now i’m high baby a live i ain’t lit, i know this b-tch a freak she acting shy right now cause’ i ain’t hit. name a hat that we ain’t got n—as mad cause’ dot on top before the rap i done hopped out on feet to hit up n—as cars say sh-t capiche a n—a play with me the type to take it far soul reaper northside where i be stay tinted with a chop. f-ck you b-tch know you can’t stand me f-ck yo block & f-ck yo mammy. got all up on my own yeah i’m the one who get sh-t handled look at my diamonds sh-t here glisten they hit the lights these b-tches dancing my b-tch just told me she gonna leave i gotta turn this [?] b-tch them hits is never playing all this sh-t just freeform’ they gon’ have to rush his ass since he wanna be hard this a brand new choppa i want another soul it ain’t no bodies on this drac’ yet lets lose its v-card for that hat a reward got b-tches in b-more. ooh how this drac’ roar he thought it was a c4 you ain’t got no f-cking stripes
h-ll you dissin’ me for
draco leave a n—a ass lazy like he e-gor

- jdot breezy

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