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letra de reincarnated - jdot breezy

[verse]
look
n-gga diss me and got sh-t in his sh-t
he say he smokin’ ralo
man, foolio a b-tch
i’ll pull up on the six cause my glock got a d-ck
but i’ll jump out with the drac
and run him down and take a p-ss
how you rap ’bout gangster sh-t but you ain’t ever did a hit?
why you talk ’bout k!llin’ people, you ain’t ever shot no stick
and i wouldn’t claim that sh-t if i was from the six
that n-gga zay spit in your face and he punched you in your sh-t
ain’t no n-gga from the play
but i ain’t no b-tch ’cause i’m not one
all them n-ggas talkin’ ’bout a stick but ain’t got one
how you call this man a steppa but this n-gga never shot ‘nun?
[?] down, fled the scene, heard the cops comin’
b-tch, but it’s bibby in my blunt
i might try to mix dank
[?] turned into some runtz
hop out on a n-gga block and i made his ass run
how you smokin’ on my dawg and your body count ain’t one?
ralo died with a f.n.?
well, bibby died with his gun
[?] ass in the grave
why they speakin’ on lil’ jon
tiki ass got slayed, he ain’t have a chance to run
and i won’t speak on thirty-five
[?] his ass done
bronem made sum’ shake with the drac and had fun with it
went to church last week
p-ssy b-tch, i had my gun with me
i don’t wanna hit that ho, that p-ssy bad man i’m done with it
four-five got a d-ck and that drac got a tongue in it
bro just hit a n-gga ass with the f-ckin’ k
i can’t speak on [?] just know it ate his f-ckin’ face
you be kissin’ on that ho
she ate the gang, how it taste?
find out they outside and swing the flame like it’s mace
hard-stoppa’, big choppa
b-tch my glock like the [?]
i shot a trap down, make a n-gga never see [?]
i ain’t really sellin’ sh-t man
you know that sh-t re-rock
[?] a n-gga get them bands then go cop a plain g-shock
j-d-o-t
dra-co is on me
i’ll blow a n-gga down
shoot a n-gga in his t–th
run that n-gga ass down just for speakin’ on me (b-tch)
r-a-l-o
rest up, ra-lo
choppa make a n-gga lock like he in a figure four
put that iron to his mind and just let that b-tch blow (b-tch)
[outro]
n-gga know how we f-ckin’ rockin’ n-gga
like cut out [?]
ain’t no kush in my pocket
just big bankrolls and dirty dracos
shooters on point they gon’ move when i say so
lil’ jock in the cut, he gon’ f-ck around and give you a halo
haha
b-tch i’m back
n-gga know how we f-ckin’ rockin’
f-ck the opps, 6k sh-t n-gga
gang sh-t n-gga
state-champ sh-t n-gga
n-gga know how i’m f-ckin’ rockin’ n-gga
playin’ football n-gga
won state-champ n-gga
don’t get your stupid ass ran down stupid ass boy
come here

- jdot breezy

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