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real solid - jdot breezy lyrics

[intro]
(justdoitbrisk)

[verse 1: jdot breezy]
d*mn, all i know is get dough
ballin’ hard, finna p*ss my wrist off
do a drill mask on, then we get lost
pump in the trunk make it jump, like kriss kross
i be poppin’ off tags and spendin’ (spendin’)
you ain’t even bad, you the last of women (women)
supersoak gun might last a minute (last a minute)
we don’t smoke that, gotta crash the henny (crash the henny)
baby real bad, but i just don’t wanna (just don’t wanna)
headed to the floor, i ain’t stoppin’ no knees (no knees)
people two*faced, so i’m antisocial
blue stripes, every dollar i need (i need)
vroom, vroom, baby, watch me swerve (swerve)
playin’ with me, boy, you got some never (got some nerve)
for that bag, i’ma take me a risk (take me a risk)
bag back ‘fore i start me a purr (purr)
i’m excited when the bag on the phone
roadrunnin’, i’ll never be home
old school .45, bro, got it off chrome
money stackin’ ’til the sky, ’til i can’t no more (can’t no more)
chasin’ this money, you ain’t help, then leave
get the boot, you a leech, and you owe your soul (owe your soul)
life ain’t fair and it’s short like three
i advise you pay every dollar you owe (you owe)
my new crib ’bout a hundred, still old (still old)
baby washed up, they be lookin’ like mold (lookin’ like mold)
i don’t even care how rich i get
i’ma give ’em more reason for the hate some more (to hate some more)
i don’t even know what time it is
but gettin’ that check is the time i’m on (time i’m on)
got good brain, she a college kid
roll up, cloud nine, four times, she gone (she gone)
in the field, better tie your shoestrings
i be runnin’ to the money with the velcro’s on
so i won’t ever trip on lil’ things (lil’ things)
raked up in the city with my fear god on
baby got it, don’t tell her “bounce with it”
i ain’t stingy with the money, new account with me
real trends, tell me why you in the house with it
real solid, i could stand, no voucher with me
[verse 2: gucci mane]
i done built this sh*t up from the ground
second ounces out a pound when a lot of you n*ggas weren’t around
you was hittin’ pictures off the mall
i was gamblin’ with my life on the road, takin’ work out of time (go)
i don’t need a n*gga for nothin’ (nah)
glock with a switch, sh*t switch with the touch of a b*tton (grrah)
sh*t go down, we gunnin’
y’all boys runnin’, y’all ain’t really on nothin’ (no)
jdot breezy, ‘wop too freezy
laser tied up, ’cause the streets get greasy (yeah)
in the hood, n*ggas get shot, no reason
mind my business, he sh*t don’t see it
n*ggas turn to hoes and ‘wop can’t be it (nah)
burn another bridge, that’s how i leave it (ah)
all this money, hope the feds don’t cease it
chopstick left a man paraplegic (well, d*mn)
i don’t think about, mmm, n0body be (no)
get a n*gga wet while i’m brushin’ my t**th (brushin’ my t**th)
blow up the car while you crank up the jeep
thought it was an artist, now chock on the street
i’m from the hood, but my game is elite
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout no patek fillipe (no patek fillipe)
i’m from the cribs, where you k!ll where you eat
it’s murder he wrote, because ‘wop on the beat (it’s gucci)

- jdot breezy lyrics

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