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lirik lagu don’t panic – jdot breezy

(thanks yakree)

look, this how i’m goin we gon’ send a bait car, tell him slide past the block a n*gga audi getting shot
got these dracos in the car, boy this sh*t finna get hot
i feel bad for who we catch cause we comin wit’ alot (boom, boom, boom)
cased closed, k holes, all through a n*gga top (b*tch)
boy we heard about that trapper, made a n*gga close shop
get up on a n*gga quick, he ain’t see me leave the car
n*gga know that speed k!ll, can’t hit em feet and that’s a dot
boy that drac’ sound like thunder, told the driver don’t panic i’m finna swing this f*ckin doe, when i get back be ready
blame himself for his death, that opp sh*t, he said it
n*gga know we gon’ step, come through, we ready (b*tch)
big chop, big funds, these glocks got drums
he lack, we shot, man down, they run
shoot a n*gga in his back and clip his motha f*ckin’ lung
if you a motha f*ckin’ rat you need to cut your d*mn tounge
i think a opp talkin’ to me, i got [?] in my lung
told that opp stay off that block, he still went that n*gga dumb (stupid)
still gon’ suck it till she can’t no more and make a n*gga cum
that weren’t sh*t, bro sent that hollow tip and stuck him like some gum
imma rock out bout’ my brother b*tch n*gga what you want do? (woo)
why the f*ck that n*gga dissing, boy he ran up on you
you, you see me all black runnin’ down, is you gon’ shoot?
i could hit a n*gga from a distance if i want to
but nah i prefer close range, n*gga say he caught me lackin’, next day got stained (dumbass)
we don’t do no f*ckin’ drive by’s, boy its gonna rain
imma get first ups, b*tch i’m finna go insane
imma make a n*gga die for sayin my brother name in vain
rap cappin bout’ them hats, man that n*gga ass lame (p*ssy)
get yo ass taxed, it ain’t no running i got aim (busta)
you f*ck him and yo motha f*ckin’ gang (f*ck it)
n*ggas getting stepped on, eeny meeny miny moe
spot a opp and grab the glock and let that motha f*cka’ blow
now that lead flyin, i see dead bodies on the floor
coroners pick him up, that n*gga eye ball on a roll
huh, now you miss your mans, n*gga you can’t get him back
n*gga take my brother, we gon’ slide through and get em back
n*ggas they be hoes, like some p*ssy, we gon’ get em whacked
smoking on this cookie, i’m on brooklyn, where you n*ggas at?

raloway sh*t n*gga
n*gga know how we f*cking rocking man
long live the guys, long live lil john john, man
long live lil leeke man, n*gga know how we f*ckin’ rockin’ man, long live ralo, long live all the guys n*gga
f*ck a n*gga, you speak down on the gang, n*gga you gon’ get hit wit’ that gang n*gga and that’s on the set
you know i be f*ckin’ rockin’ man, i ain’t gotta, yuh, huh
gang sh*t n*gga

- jdot breezy

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