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letra de last chance - jdot breezy

[verse]
n-gga, i was chillin’, they kept f-ckin’ with me
got n-ggas mad ’bout what i said, don’t give a f-ck, i meant it
now n-ggas see that i’m a problem they wanna pay attention
want some advice, get to them dollars, highly recommended
i moved my momma from the smoke, i’m proud to say i did it
i’m still at war, got faith in god but my trust in this bl!cky
i don’t give a f-ck, anywhere i’m bangin’, i can’t let ’em steal me
f-ck bein’ famous, strapped like the navy, up in any city
i’m on whatever, go on and try it, p-ssy, come attempt me
my momma only son, i’ma bang this b-tch until it’s empty
it ain’t no chances i’ma go, i do, you goin’ with me
n-ggas be cappin’, on my soul we the ones gettin’ busy
feel likе i led my cousin wrong, he up in penitеntiary
i know it’s not my fault but still, i could’ve did something different
don’t ask me ’bout my f-ckin’ kids, just know they great and livin’
i buy ’em anything they want, just know they love their daddy
the last chance to leave me ‘lone, so b-tch just get the message
i heard that sh-t y’all plottin’ on, sh-t gon’ get real deadly
i’m tryna tell you, i ain’t spinnin’ nothin’, boy, that’s on my granny
think you the biggest stepper, n-gga, well step on this cannon
shots go off and n-ggas panic, it’s chaos, i’m causin’ havoc
temper bad as f-ck, my momma said i’m worser than my daddy
talkin’ like you dropped the bag, that watch fake, n-gga, merch i’m cappin’
just like all them hand me down chains yo’ goofy ass was wearin’
i done ran through so much money, i could’ve went and got me a mclaren
stupid boy, who the f-ck you playin’ with? better go play with yo’ parents
when you found out that yo’ mans hit you sat right there and ate it
the way i make a n-gga “poof”, you’ll think i’m timmy turner’s fairy
ain’t no lettin’ up, b-tch, i don’t plan to
stayin’ in the house yo’ best bet, that’s what you better do
you come out, we gon’ broad day yo’ stupid ass anywhere, boy, i swear to god, b-tch, ’cause i’m sick of you
b-tch, i’m big rw, i can’t forget to add the ku
n-ggas know what we be on, n-ggas know just what we do
badass b-tch a barbie, i just bussed her down in yeezy boots
out my top, no ceilin’, it’s like i’m wayne, call me weezy boo
i don’t need a hoe, these hoes be needed though
lil’ b-tch you broke, you sit around and talk about people though
you ain’t got sh-t, the f-ck you sit and conceited for?
yo’ ass a dub, you just get f-cked, you lil’ freaky hoe

- jdot breezy

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