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lirik lagu talkin tough – jdot breezy

talkin tough lyrics
[intro]
mm, mm
srt on every glock, (thanks yakree) srt on every glock, n*gga
srt on every glock

[verse]
why these n*ggas talking tough, like i won’t get n*ggas touched
big bankroll my pockets thurl, she say she done i don’t give a f*ck
poured a 4 off in my sprite, double up, double up, double my cup
buying em’ bodies n*gga f*ck that ice, won’t turn out nice if you play with us
trackstar, made n*ggas run, ffft, made a n*gga leg bend
they tryna’ get dot out the way, whoever they send a dead man
f*ck yo dog i’ll say it again, b*tch we the ones who hit your mans
left his hoe ass on thе curb, free kshordy tell em’ get his mans
wе put n*ggas up, new opp died, felt like a nut
aw aw got that sh*t bad, .556 done hit his gut
you know we clean n*ggas up, left his b*tch ass stank as f*ck
old opps want new beef, them n*ggas just some sitting ducks
jarvo show me a 20 balled, dirty ass jit you broke as f*ck
you ain’t been on no drills, almost got k!lled, the driver f*cked us up
sliding with this hockey stick, tell me who head gon’ be the puck
kenajae sit yo young ass down, i’d hate having to come and f*ck you up
y’all still in y’all mama house, n*gga don’t go no money put up
that’s why when y’all go to jail, you poor ass n*ggas be in there stuck
b*tch ass n*gga gotta take that l, you cuffing that hoe and greenlight f*cked
cracka must get rebirthed from h*ll, that b*tch ass n*gga keep gettin’ up
stood on business, bought them switches, send them b*tches to the city
watch this 50 sang like whitney, police want me, come and get me
all my opps some f*cking b*tches, mookey b*tch ass need stitches
calvin ass got shot up, hoe ass n*gga know he better not diss me
i stay sliding through the 6, cap ass n*gga ain’t on sh*t
run down, turned around too late all he could say is “oh sh*t!”
slide up on the opps, move like he puttin’ on lotion
i put a opp on breaking news, i’m the one who got your bro hit
other little boy screaming 22, shut the f*ck up you a whole snitch
you admitted to it, remember you told me, we was at practice b*tch
how the f*ck you smoking leeke, your soft ass ain’t gon’ clap sh*t
i don’t even want your b*tch, she tryna f*ck, that p*ssy bap ass sh*t
petey got hit curt got on live, bibby got smashed foolio ain’t slide
smoke his past 2x whenever we ride, rodk got dropped old vl crying
n*ggas don’t slide, these n*ggas be lying
ask 6 what he did when teki ass died
cojack got slapped your b*tch ass ran
kinda hard to believe you gonna pop that fire
we all we got, what you did about dre
n*gga know we don’t miss, smoke mitch to the face
mask up riding around through the 6 with a k
if your ass reading this then sorry you late
i ain’t going on a date if i can’t take drac
n*gga run up on dot, get shot in your face
these bullets too hot bake n*ggas like cake
free 21, kai, and free lil dre
free the guys
[outro]
n*gga free all the guys, n*gga free kspazz, [?] man
n*gga already know how we f*cking rocking man
free lil kai, free 21, free dre man
free all my n*ggas fighting them cases, we still smoking these dead ass
b*tch ass n*ggas and we standing on business n*gga
any n*gga can get it n*gga, f*ck you n*gga, f*ck your momma, your daddy, your sister, your brother, f*ck all the opps n*gga
6k, n*gga, av6k, b*tch!

- jdot breezy

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