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lirik lagu jordan year – jdot breezy

these n***as tripping they gon’ end up f*cking missing cause’ they playing
i’ get up wit anybody b*tch ass n***a what you saying
why my name in b*tches mouth when they can’t even show a band
murda’ man he’ll get you hit just for a bag and turn up bad
any whip i drive fast
young n*gga i be stuntin’ i took his b*tch thats why he mad
b*tch i’m picky bout my hoes i like em red brown and bad
got all these bands inside my pants the only reason that i sag
i’ll send a hit and go lay up wit’ my b*tch, n*gga
don’t come to me with bullsh*t i’m getting rich, n*gga
don’t got a budget i’ll spend thousands on my fits n*gga
you drop a diss i’ll turn round and make yo momma sick n*gga
what’s unknown ain’t for the known
b*tch at home i got the chrome
paranoid i’m tweaking bad my house to big to be alone n*gga just what i’m on & what i did was set in stone
talk bout my kids and b*tch it’s on murder now b*tch let’s tweak its on
i’m moving like a rolling stone i got that drac i’m heading home i’m in my mirror try to follow windows down you getting blowed last n***a that f*cking played with me he got his soul stole (f*cking soul stole) i got this rollie on my wrist we bang yo’ b*tch getting rolled on
move right or get left 30 on me called steph cop a 30 thru’ your jersey shooting n***as ass to death, don’t put no plastic clips in glocks cause when i bang them b*tches melt
b*tch anyway i got that chop i’m hopping out & chasing him n*ggas talk but not outside but get on live they ready to beef like they doing this and that n*gga merched last time they swung that heat, in atlanta with them straps right now i’m up b*tch come to me we done f*cked you n***as up the f*ck y’all still talk about this beef
don’t even know what car to pick my b*tches say i’m buying sh*t i done f*cked up and all this b*tch is say is dot a lying b*tch. i’ll tell the truth right now i’m high baby a live i ain’t lit, i know this b*tch a freak she acting shy right now cause’ i ain’t hit. name a hat that we ain’t got n***as mad cause’ dot on top before the rap i done hopped out on feet to hit up n***as cars say sh*t capiche a n***a play with me the type to take it far soul reaper northside where i be stay tinted with a chop. f*ck you b*tch know you can’t stand me f*ck yo block & f*ck yo mammy. got all up on my own yeah i’m the one who get sh*t handled look at my diamonds sh*t here glisten they hit the lights these b*tches dancing my b*tch just told me she gonna leave i gotta turn this [?] b*tch them hits is never playing all this sh*t just freeform’ they gon’ have to rush his ass since he wanna be hard this a brand new choppa i want another soul it ain’t no bodies on this drac’ yet lets lose its v*card for that hat a reward got b*tches in b*more. ooh how this drac’ roar he thought it was a c4 you ain’t got no f*cking stripes
h*ll you dissin’ me for
draco leave a n***a ass lazy like he e*gor

- jdot breezy

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