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no name droppin - jdot breezy lyrics

[intro]
finna run up these bodies, f*ck n*gga
imma buy a n*gga, he either go step on em
either one, i’m coming
(d*mn, trademark!)
ay
i could turn a b*tch pretty, she won’t cut into this check (cut into this check)
i just f*cked this b*tch and she left stains on my nike tech (on my nike tech)
n*ggas hidin’, i don’t got time for that, you come, i’m sn*tching necks (come, i’m sn*tching necks)
b*tches f*ck, so charge it to the gang, then run you up a check, n*gga (n*gga)
this b*tch hurt me, almost fell in love with her (b*tch)
imma bounce back with a new b*tch anyway, let buck hit her
ain’t no love for a scrub, baby, i’m a thug n*gga (i’m a thug n*gga)
in the club, with my n*ggas buckin’ and wе send slugs at em (blatt)
i spend fivе thousand on some guns, they know i get sh*t done (know i get sh*t done)
drop them funds, my n*ggas bring back heads, and chase n*ggas that run (chase n*ggas that run)
i done blew a hunnid’ thousand, wit’ my n*ggas in one month
i was spending it on dumb sh*t, get the bag and f*ck it up
coulda been dropped a chain
coulda been dropped the range
but what i been did was slid, most of the gang done caught a brain
i’ll throw this sh*t away, i don’t give a f*ck about no fame
a n*gga play with me, i’m crashing, so don’t say my f*cking name
all these b*tch ass n*ggas playin’, til they see they brother brain
that’s the outcome of this sh*t, when you think playin’ with me a game
i got aim, i say one word and they blast, n*gga
cause them shooters paid, i send bro get on your ass, n*gga
.30 to his face (yea!)
christian lou, bl**dy bottoms, i got spice on my toes
they say diamonds losing value, so i might just keep the gold
in the trenches, wit my n*ggas, i get money, and buy souls
i’m wit backstreet, my bro say hit his line if you need them bowls
b*tch, i can make your dawg slime you out
n*gga touch my brudda, b*tch, so that’s the sh*t i’m slidin’ bout
i can’t let it go, he gon’ forever, it’s straight slaughter house
we come with automatics, man these n*ggas done brought the reaper out
ayy, b*tch, take this d*ck hoe, just keep it down (down)
put your legs behind your head, just lay there, imma beat it down (down)
i ain’t bust yet, i’m off this x, b*tch, just turn around
arch your back in, and call me breezy while i dig you out (hahaha) (yea)
i got bodies, i get n*ggas found
jump off in that water, and try dive i bet that n*gga drown
shoot this b*tch for four minutes, we came wit a hunnid’ rounds (what? what? what?)
n*gga we do no missin’, jump out gang, we run you down (what? what? what?)
i just bought a new crib, that b*tch got h*lla sp*ce (b*tch got h*lla sp*ce)
might just go cop me a cat, b*tch, cause now i’m h*lla paid (skrr)
n*ggas steady smoking who, what? he at heaven gates
got this ass on the choppa, it’s never tired, like kevin gates
i been spending h*lla cash, these n*ggas mad i done bossed up (bossed up)
put my name inside your song, lil’ n*gga, it’s gon’ cost ya (cost ya)
ugh, knock em off cuh, we get n*ggas taped up? (taped up?)
ridin’ with my young n*gga, hop out, let that drac bust? (drac bust?)
they know we stupid, we get every n*gga that played us (played us)
n*gga, so i advise you keep that thing tucked (buh)
he like nine, you banged up? (banged up?)
doctor got em flamed up?
he say he smoke rolo pack, (what?) now that n*gga winged up?
dig him up, that n*gga dead (n*gga dead)
ugh, .762 done hit his friend (hit his friend)
n*gga still sending n*ggas off the [?] (yea)
get a n*gga hit for thirty thousand
like that, b*tch
rw, n*gga
srt on every glock

- jdot breezy lyrics

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