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kamehameha - jdot breezy lyrics

[intro]
ayy, n*gga got me f*cked up
(thanks, yakree)
ayy, n*gga, ayy, n*gga, ayy

[verse]
n*gga think he playing with me, ‘kay cool, that’s all fine
wanna turn this sh*t back up and see lil’ dot get out his mind
b*tch, i’m here on all ten, f*ck i look like backing down?
put another up from round that way, sh*t, was his head found?
they done got me started, i’m r*t*rded with the stick
this b*tch here bust, i get a rush, it’s sog, make sure you hit
p*ssy ho, i ain’t your man, so don’t put me in your mix
and i f*cked, don’t tell your friends, and if they ask, don’t tell ’em sh*t
that’s just common sense, think the ak sick, the chops, i’m copping ’em
4brazy my lil’ brother, b*tch, and ain’t no one gon’ bother him
my army what i’m forming, f to a, b*tch, i got partners there
who stеp on you for me, he speak on leek and wе demolish him
on the eway f*cking jigging, driving like i’m drunk
this p*ssy boy think he wanna feel the heater, pull on side and dump
run down my opps, i wanna catch ’em, beat ’em, put ’em in a trunk
i ain’t fighting, n*gga, h*ll nah, somebody getting slumped
they like, “dot, where the f*ck your mind went?” i be tripping, huh
i think i lost it on the interstate, i don’t use the b*tch enough
he act demon for that b*tch when he know he a b*tch to us
slide around, a man down on north side, go pick him up
smoking dope with thirty heaters, loner, i don’t f*ck with people
hit the corner with this drac’, whoever last, this b*tch gon’ eat ’em
yeah, your crew don’t bring back heads because your soft*ass never feed ’em
every time they get caught down bad, the mans they with just leave ’em
f*ck your block and all your people, with them choppers, b*tch, we lethal
you don’t want no f*cking problems, on all my partners, i be tweaking
’bout that drama, ask my mama, ready to shoot sh*t for no reason
crew i’m with stand over sh*t, we k!ll your mans and then we leaving
he in icu ’cause n*gga, i seen you
on the block with the same n*gga who was talking sh*t ’bout cool
n*gga brought my brother up, for ralo, i’ma act a fool
chopper give you tummy tuck, we hit sh*t up and check the news
this b*tch f*cking on a lame thinking jdot finna chase her
wanna cheat on me with bums, his ass broke [?]
i’m out your league anyway, like bad b*tches and you basic
and any n*gga think he f*cking playing with me, crack his tater
i might treat a b*tch like candy, wanna f*ck, eat a now or later
you on the clock, a eater drop a top or leave, b*tch, you playing
i done lost my f*cking mind, with the drac’, i’m super saiyan
shoot his ass, we do the man, then come back later and do it again (kamehameha)

- jdot breezy lyrics

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