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letra de kamehameha - jdot breezy

[intro]
ayy, n-gga got me f-cked up
(thanks, yakree)
ayy, n-gga, ayy, n-gga, ayy

[verse]
n-gga think he playing with me, ‘kay cool, that’s all fine
wanna turn this sh-t back up and see lil’ dot get out his mind
b-tch, i’m here on all ten, f-ck i look like backing down?
put another up from round that way, sh-t, was his head found?
they done got me started, i’m r-t-rded with the stick
this b-tch here bust, i get a rush, it’s sog, make sure you hit
p-ssy ho, i ain’t your man, so don’t put me in your mix
and i f-cked, don’t tell your friends, and if they ask, don’t tell ’em sh-t
that’s just common sense, think the ak sick, the chops, i’m copping ’em
4brazy my lil’ brother, b-tch, and ain’t no one gon’ bother him
my army what i’m forming, f to a, b-tch, i got partners there
who stеp on you for me, he speak on leek and wе demolish him
on the eway f-cking jigging, driving like i’m drunk
this p-ssy boy think he wanna feel the heater, pull on side and dump
run down my opps, i wanna catch ’em, beat ’em, put ’em in a trunk
i ain’t fighting, n-gga, h-ll nah, somebody getting slumped
they like, “dot, where the f-ck your mind went?” i be tripping, huh
i think i lost it on the interstate, i don’t use the b-tch enough
he act demon for that b-tch when he know he a b-tch to us
slide around, a man down on north side, go pick him up
smoking dope with thirty heaters, loner, i don’t f-ck with people
hit the corner with this drac’, whoever last, this b-tch gon’ eat ’em
yeah, your crew don’t bring back heads because your soft-ass never feed ’em
every time they get caught down bad, the mans they with just leave ’em
f-ck your block and all your people, with them choppers, b-tch, we lethal
you don’t want no f-cking problems, on all my partners, i be tweaking
’bout that drama, ask my mama, ready to shoot sh-t for no reason
crew i’m with stand over sh-t, we k!ll your mans and then we leaving
he in icu ’cause n-gga, i seen you
on the block with the same n-gga who was talking sh-t ’bout cool
n-gga brought my brother up, for ralo, i’ma act a fool
chopper give you tummy tuck, we hit sh-t up and check the news
this b-tch f-cking on a lame thinking jdot finna chase her
wanna cheat on me with bums, his ass broke [?]
i’m out your league anyway, like bad b-tches and you basic
and any n-gga think he f-cking playing with me, crack his tater
i might treat a b-tch like candy, wanna f-ck, eat a now or later
you on the clock, a eater drop a top or leave, b-tch, you playing
i done lost my f-cking mind, with the drac’, i’m super saiyan
shoot his ass, we do the man, then come back later and do it again (kamehameha)

- jdot breezy

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