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letra de message - jdot breezy

[intro]
i been doing this sh-t, n-gga, and this sh-t ain’t gon’ never stop (simo fre just k!lled it)
know what i’m sayin’?
like, n-gga already know how i’m f-ckin’ rockin’, n-gga, i’m gettin’ this sh-t done
either way
uh

[verse 1]
i’m like, “f-ck it,” throw an x back, i don’t want my ex back
sh-t they say they dyin’ for, n-ggas shouldn’t have said that
drugs got me paranoid for reppin’ the red flag
ridin’ with this redbone, she freaky with her fine ass
can’t duck these, they comin’ fast
switch on bl!ck make n-ggas laugh
see my mama struggle, it ain’t hurt me, it just made me mad
sh-t i went through honestly was worth it, now i got a bag
make believe he perkin’ off them perkiеs ’til we bust his ass
mm, mm, oh, we givin’ out body bags
chopper hit his throat, tеll them people, “choke his ass”
hit it ’til my finger lock, caught him with his goofy ass
drillin’ and still droppin’ guap, true to it like buddha man
[chorus]
tintin’, bro ‘nem spinnin’, we gon’ k!ll until we won
n-ggas don’t help with these k!llings, how i’m the one that’s sendin’ funds?
and on leek, i’m still spinnin’, payin’ for my n-ggas’ bonds
if they let this n-gga out, ’til he drop, b-tch, we gon’ bomb (that’s on god, n-gga)
have you ever pulled a homicide?
spin they block, we hittin’, we bring pain and we make mamas cry
if you on that other side, we outside, we slidin’ down
pick up shots, we slide ’round
f-ck up blocks, we beat ’em down

[verse 2]
brand new amiri that i’m wearin’, i might f-ck your ho
get your b-tch, she starin’ ‘fore i stuff this d-ck all down her throat
knock sh-t down like dominos
chrome heart, it ain’t no vlone
f-ck ’bout what that n-gga on
’cause we done toe-tagged many toes
clutchin’ while i’m drivin’, never leave that bl!ck home
i can’t never fight my dog, the reason they let vick go
dreaded up like chief and keef, i’m smokin’ gas at citgo
never minded to buy the chain, i’m gon’ f-ck up my wrist though
lame-ass n-gga, get dough
broke ass ain’t got no hoes
sittin’ around hatin’ like a b-tch, n-gga, what you poutin’ for?
say he gon’ do what to who? i’m waitin’, but i doubt it though
n-ggas either victims or they patients, all we know is blow
[chorus]
tintin’, bro ‘nem spinnin’, we gon’ k!ll until we won
n-ggas don’t help with these k!llings, how i’m the one that’s sendin’ funds?
and on leek, i’m still spinnin’, payin’ for my n-ggas’ bonds
if they let this n-gga out, ’til he drop, b-tch, we gon’ bomb (that’s on god, n-gga)
have you ever pulled a homicide?
spin they block, we hittin’, we bring pain and we make mamas cry
if you on that other side, we outside, we slidin’ down
pick up shots, we slide ’round
f-ck up blocks, we beat ’em down

[verse 2]
off that x, i’m trippin’, clutchin’, sippin’, ridin’ through the town
i just f-ck these b-tches, get that money, and i move around
his b-tch say she with it, told her bring her friend ’cause ku around
draco hit his fro, they like, “godd-mn, who done knocked luda down?”

[outro]
mm, uh, gang
yeah, n-gga, gang, gang (who knocked luda down?)
yeah (who knocked luda down?)
i got the lil’ ku, how i bleed if a n-gga try me
he gon’ need an iv
try me, he gon’—
gon’ put him on a tee
we gon’ knock his f-ckin’ lights out and put him on a tee
we gon’ strap his f-ckin’ ass, we gon’ put him on the meat
we gon’ sit him with his brother, we gon’ make that n-gga bleed
we gon’ hit him with that drac’, hit a n-gga in his t–th
i’ma f-ck that n-gga b-tch, then i’ll make her f-ck the team

- jdot breezy

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