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letra de no name droppin - jdot breezy

[intro]
finna run up these bodies, f-ck n-gga
imma buy a n-gga, he either go step on em
either one, i’m coming
(d-mn, trademark!)
ay
i could turn a b-tch pretty, she won’t cut into this check (cut into this check)
i just f-cked this b-tch and she left stains on my nike tech (on my nike tech)
n-ggas hidin’, i don’t got time for that, you come, i’m sn-tching necks (come, i’m sn-tching necks)
b-tches f-ck, so charge it to the gang, then run you up a check, n-gga (n-gga)
this b-tch hurt me, almost fell in love with her (b-tch)
imma bounce back with a new b-tch anyway, let buck hit her
ain’t no love for a scrub, baby, i’m a thug n-gga (i’m a thug n-gga)
in the club, with my n-ggas buckin’ and wе send slugs at em (blatt)
i spend fivе thousand on some guns, they know i get sh-t done (know i get sh-t done)
drop them funds, my n-ggas bring back heads, and chase n-ggas that run (chase n-ggas that run)
i done blew a hunnid’ thousand, wit’ my n-ggas in one month
i was spending it on dumb sh-t, get the bag and f-ck it up
coulda been dropped a chain
coulda been dropped the range
but what i been did was slid, most of the gang done caught a brain
i’ll throw this sh-t away, i don’t give a f-ck about no fame
a n-gga play with me, i’m crashing, so don’t say my f-cking name
all these b-tch ass n-ggas playin’, til they see they brother brain
that’s the outcome of this sh-t, when you think playin’ with me a game
i got aim, i say one word and they blast, n-gga
cause them shooters paid, i send bro get on your ass, n-gga
.30 to his face (yea!)
christian lou, bl–dy bottoms, i got spice on my toes
they say diamonds losing value, so i might just keep the gold
in the trenches, wit my n-ggas, i get money, and buy souls
i’m wit backstreet, my bro say hit his line if you need them bowls
b-tch, i can make your dawg slime you out
n-gga touch my brudda, b-tch, so that’s the sh-t i’m slidin’ bout
i can’t let it go, he gon’ forever, it’s straight slaughter house
we come with automatics, man these n-ggas done brought the reaper out
ayy, b-tch, take this d-ck hoe, just keep it down (down)
put your legs behind your head, just lay there, imma beat it down (down)
i ain’t bust yet, i’m off this x, b-tch, just turn around
arch your back in, and call me breezy while i dig you out (hahaha) (yea)
i got bodies, i get n-ggas found
jump off in that water, and try dive i bet that n-gga drown
shoot this b-tch for four minutes, we came wit a hunnid’ rounds (what? what? what?)
n-gga we do no missin’, jump out gang, we run you down (what? what? what?)
i just bought a new crib, that b-tch got h-lla sp-ce (b-tch got h-lla sp-ce)
might just go cop me a cat, b-tch, cause now i’m h-lla paid (skrr)
n-ggas steady smoking who, what? he at heaven gates
got this ass on the choppa, it’s never tired, like kevin gates
i been spending h-lla cash, these n-ggas mad i done bossed up (bossed up)
put my name inside your song, lil’ n-gga, it’s gon’ cost ya (cost ya)
ugh, knock em off cuh, we get n-ggas taped up? (taped up?)
ridin’ with my young n-gga, hop out, let that drac bust? (drac bust?)
they know we stupid, we get every n-gga that played us (played us)
n-gga, so i advise you keep that thing tucked (buh)
he like nine, you banged up? (banged up?)
doctor got em flamed up?
he say he smoke rolo pack, (what?) now that n-gga winged up?
dig him up, that n-gga dead (n-gga dead)
ugh, .762 done hit his friend (hit his friend)
n-gga still sending n-ggas off the [?] (yea)
get a n-gga hit for thirty thousand
like that, b-tch
rw, n-gga
srt on every glock

- jdot breezy

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