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lirik lagu freestyle – jdot breezy

[verse]
catch that top, yea, get that guap then
[?] i’m murda man, i’m sliding round’ with fox den
[?] got that 300 block and he like dot let’s block bend
slide up on him, let off shots he cold from that hot sh*t
my n*ggas gon’ spin spin spin, till they nauseous
when you lack, b*tch you die, move with precaution
in a scat with bug my n*gga light he on some all sh*t
p*ssed this ain’t no f*cking vine we put sh*t in a coffin
this b*tch let me f*ck she like my swag and i got bands
all these n*ggas want me dead so how that drac’ dead when i land
after shows they wanna link i’m with q3 b*tch bring a friend
she know i know she a freak let her eat the meat then a b*tch slid
30 thousand, put that on yo mans, they gon’ bring him in
rap capping, n*ggas talking bout’ some sh*t they never did
we bout’ action, everytime they post up, b*tch we went and slid
he clout rapping, we gon’ make his ass pay for what he said
robin jeans came with the wings b*tch i paid 1200 for the pants
talking bout’ head tops, i’ma take it there let the switch off n*gga dance
oh he out his top on clubhouse, i pulled up n*gga ran
b*tch we catch bodies for a living ain’t sh*t silly n*gga we ain’t playing
ay, i might blow through 50k, come through with that dirty drac’
marco polo n*ggas hide, bring yo’ ass outside and play
what you did when uh*uh died, nah, i ain’t gon’ say his name
say you smoke my brother bronem let that cutta’ bust his brain
all these b*tches f*ck for fame, all these b*tches know my name
talking get your partner hit, bro spinning sh*t like hurricane
bend that b*tch and hit that switch, he fall then it’s a dirty game
[?] i’m bl**dy b*tch these f*ck n*ggas know i bang that gang
pick him up that n*gga falling, he got hit with bl!cks
bronem tryna hit the plug, say he got bout’ fifty bricks
coming out that club n*gga, we gon’ let them fifties hit
crack got hit all in his face, call that n*gga fifty*six
we gon’ show no love, pullin’ up let them semis hit
30 ball a dub, them young ku’s come through wrecking sh*t
no i’m not yo’ cuz, b*tch i’m blood so correct that sh*t
uhh, wanna be down for them, f*ck it, bronem stretch the b*tch
outta my mind, n*gga cross that line then he gon’ meet death and sh*t
he, ain’t got time, n*gga blowed that iron at shh he felt the sh*t
pulled out racks and melt the b*tch, i be on some selfish sh*t
let me in that p*ssy b*tch you bet’ not let no goofy hit
ay, we love stamping sh*t, i be fresh like peppermint
it ain’t about that money, b*tch don’t call it’s irrelevant
d*mn, we just smoked yo’ dog, now that n*gga heaven sent
choppa hit his head he fall, n*gga lost all 7 sense
skirted off, that n*gga hit, got the rod out tryna bait a fish
n*gga down then we get it lit, drop a murda bag, these is all bl!cks
broke ass n*gga don’t call sh*t, bend they block with all d*cks
switches up on everything so ain’t no way we all miss
smoking dead opps, i do that often
tryna pass this grabba back, this new pack got me coughing
said he did what to who, sh*t that’s when he lost me
how you smoking ralo when we put mitch in a coffin
f*ck it, get a n*gga bought then, 30 on me when i walked in
dead n*gga round we gon’ bang that heat
homicide, bring that chalk in
shoot a opp n*gga right in his t**th, bet a f*ck n*gga won’t talk then
all you b*tch ass n*ggas want beef, f*ck it make that call then
[outro]
n*gga know i’m gang gang to the death man
i don’t give a f*ck what a n*gga talking about
we gon’ come, we gon’ come, we gon’ come again n*gga (srt on every glock)
glah, n*gga, can’t run from a drac’, boa (srt on every glock)

- jdot breezy

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