a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de kills back - jdot breezy

[intro]
(thanks, yakree)

[chorus: jdot breezy]
i just threw two back, i play with racks and i take meds
fourteen hundred for my pradas, step on oppers, bust they head
i ain’t tryna go rap for rap ’cause y’all gon’ cap and bring the feds
tweak and you get clapped and that’s no cap, we leave a n-gga red
my bro, he a slimeball, green flag around his head
pop out cuts and blind y’all, ray charles, can’t see this lead
them n-ggas gon’ run, they hear them shots, so hop out, hit them legs
pockets filled with knots, i give you guap, you go and take a head
[verse 1: jdot breezy]
i just threw this pill back, n-gga, i don’t feel nothin’
you know we get k!lls back, yup, they come and k!ll somethin’
i be off them mеds with my mans tryna pill somethin’
but we want your head, you can’t hidе, we gon’ still come
i be in the field for real, rest up leeke, drill love
signed a deal, i’m on they ass, we gon’ run them k!lls up
chopper hit your hitman and he gon’ need a wheel pump
fmj deflate his ass, they tellin’ crack to get up
sosa hit my phone like, “where you at?” we with boogieman
got a rapper n-gga drop, we finna go and catch his ass
wait outside his house, if he come out, then we gon’ get his ass
but we couldn’t catch him, man, i wish we would’ve hit his ass
before i grabbed the mic, i had that dope, i was the cookie man
cuttin’ up them slabs, i have the strap for any p-ssy man
you said it out your mouth, so stand on business, n-gga, do it then
i play with them switches, if he pull up, i’ma do his ass

[chorus: jdot breezy]
i just threw two back, i play with racks and i take meds
fourteen hundred for my pradas, step on oppers, bust they head
i ain’t tryna go rap for rap ’cause y’all gon’ cap and bring the feds
tweak and you get clapped and that’s no cap, we leave a n-gga red
my bro, he a slimeball, green flag around his head
pop out cuts and blind y’all, ray charles, can’t see this lead
them n-ggas gon’ run, they hear them shots, so hop out, hit them legs
pockets filled with knots, i give you guap, you go and take a head
[verse 2: foulout sosa]
mobs bangin’ white flags, i’m tryna see them b-tches red
hop out that all black four-door, kick, hit ’til a n-gga dead
these n-ggas, they p-ssy, they jokes, they hoes, they b-tches, you know they scared
i’m big foulout, i’ll leave you red
i’ll leave a b-tch n-gga braindead
n-gga, i do hits for real, play with me, i get you whacked
n-gga think we workin’ at lids, all we catch is hats
chase him down and hit his back
pop out, it’s a sneak attack
nine ain’t have nine lives, but he a p-ssy cat
suited up like men in black
these n-ggas duck, i hear the quack
opps be dyin’ back to back
this sh-t is just a chain react
diamonds doing jumping jacks, these n-ggas lame for servin’
n-ggas see me, they get nervous
n-ggas know i put that work in

- jdot breezy

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS