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lirik lagu attention – jdot breezy

attention lyrics
[intro]
(mia jay c)
gang
(i hear you jay c)
gang

[verse 1]
what the f*ck these n*ggas talkin’ ’bout like they don’t know i play for keeps
pull up on him ’cause he fat mouthing and put his ass to sleep
i got love for my guys so i’ll get yo’ ass for free
getback gang, just know i’m comin’ with some n*ggas that’s elite
i’m tryna chase a n*gga ass and f*ck him over in the street
run down gang be too official tryna watch his soul leave
third eye, i see his soul now let’s see his soul bleed
faster than a motherf*cker, lil’ bro had cold feet
all that dissing on the net, it’s okay we gon’ meet
we might come and start some sh*t but we might come to yo’ street
two cars, six shooters, jumpin’ out with six heats
tryna stain a n*gga ass and put that lil’ boy six feet
hangin’ with some big bs, slidin’ down moncrief
smokin’ dope, i’m ridin’, lurkin’ with my draco on the seat
ralo [?] until i die, ’bout my bro you know it’s beef
if you ain’t rockin’ then it’s f*ck you and i put that on me (ayy)

[chorus]
stomp a n*gga out in these muhf*cking fazos
i’m riding with my chop, you know my favorite gun a draco
pull up on his ass and see him burn, you know i love that k hole
ralo told me “get ’em, dot” no lettin’ up, go get that bankroll
stomp a n*gga out in these muhf*cking fazos
i’m riding with my chop, you know my favorite gun a draco
pull up on his ass and see him burn, you know i love that k hole
ralo told me “get ’em, dot” no lettin’ up, go get that bankroll
[verse 2]
i was really doin’ drills, i ain’t never ducked sh*t
pull up with that f*ck sh*t and get yo’ head bust, b*tch
n*gga talkin’ like he ’bout it, he ain’t never touched sh*t
he ain’t never caught no body, he a fakin’ ass b*tch
crash dummies, young n*ggas wanna be on that frontline
he don’t give you n*ggas sh*t, you n*ggas p*wns and y’all dyin’
put you a video and now you so eager to slide
droppin’ trash ass disses, y’all young, poor and tired
i don’t gotta flash bands, b*tches know my funds straight
i just went into the store and got a brand new drac’
i got it on me, try your luck and i’m a shoot you in yo’ face
self*defense, i call my lawyer, i just beat a murder case

[outro]
new opp pack, oh yeah, he skunkin’
dot what you doin’? i’m just runnin’ up my money
heard they want a war, mm hmm, we comin’
pull up with a 7.62, we dumpin’
hit in his head then hit him in his liv’
f*ck it, hit him in his face, new opp n*gga dead
drop a bag and they comin’, they might bring back yo’ head
b*tch, it’s pressure ’bout my brother, sh*t let’s paint the city red

- jdot breezy

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