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letra de out for vengeance - jdot breezy

[intro]
(ayy, zay, this sh-t too crazy)
yeah, n-gga, like
i make murder music, n-gga, put your motherf-cking gloves on
grab that chop and [?]
(andree, run it up)
ayy, ayy, n-gga

[verse]
load up them chops, it’s time for war, everybody sliding out with vengeance
i ain’t the biggest wolf, but b-tch, i’m bad, a menace to all the menace
on his ass, light on my feet, won’t start no beef if you ain’t drilling
your squad p-ssy, ain’t no n-gga that i see, b-tch, i’m the villain
load this k, let’s ride, the windows tinted, drive smooth
gloves on, my mind wrapped on a mission, i let slide through
we been out here fishing, don’t see n-ggas, oh he hiding? cool
say you neutral, just don’t be with ’em, if you is, ooh
make sure that you hit, because you lied, i gavе you pity
five sticks, make sure thеm hoes legit, and then we hit the city
before rap, the dope fiends need a fix, i’m right there doing the fixing
he ain’t loyal to us, slime time, have lil’ bro do the dishes
play my hand, i always watch for snakes, sometimes it be your buddy
auntie said the enemy working, they tryna reel me in with money
who it is? b-tch, it’s two times, just be in place for sh-t that’s coming
my bag dope got brought down so now i see everything in front of me
on the low, these n-ggas mad i made it out, they sending for me
want me funds and guns, i get it done, b-tch, i got plenty money
when that smoke begun i got a gun and went to spinning something
man, f-ck a n-gga, that’s on my guys, them boys ain’t hitting nothing
i talk smooth to a b-tch, i make my moves, hit and dip
don’t pull that camera out, i f-ck you, look here b-tch, you seal your lips
don’t tell your friends ’bout what we did, this our lil’ secret you keep kept
and if you do, i might just f-ck with you and buy you bags and hair
lashes too and pay your rent, that’s only if you keep it zipped
like keep it real, don’t never lie to me, b-tch, that’ll get you k!lled
many stains left on the street, so much blood done got k!lled
behind a song, we right they f-cking wrongs and send sh-t to the air
on they block with ammunition, it’s a business deed signed in blood
they know how to k!ll and go, you hiding, we gon’ get your cuz
on the road with dirty drank, we turned it dark, bro sipping mud
i was broke, the jokes they made, now i got pape, they showing love
i’m in mia, slide amg with broski smoking dope
in the back, i’m clutching drac’, pull up, i’m knocking off your door
n-ggas pull attempts, we line your temp with cutters top your throat
she gave that p-ssy up, tryna make me mad, reply back to her, “so?”

- jdot breezy

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