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reincarnated - jdot breezy lyrics

[verse]
look
n*gga diss me and got sh*t in his sh*t
he say he smokin’ ralo
man, foolio a b*tch
i’ll pull up on the six cause my glock got a d*ck
but i’ll jump out with the drac
and run him down and take a p*ss
how you rap ’bout gangster sh*t but you ain’t ever did a hit?
why you talk ’bout k!llin’ people, you ain’t ever shot no stick
and i wouldn’t claim that sh*t if i was from the six
that n*gga zay spit in your face and he punched you in your sh*t
ain’t no n*gga from the play
but i ain’t no b*tch ’cause i’m not one
all them n*ggas talkin’ ’bout a stick but ain’t got one
how you call this man a steppa but this n*gga never shot ‘nun?
[?] down, fled the scene, heard the cops comin’
b*tch, but it’s bibby in my blunt
i might try to mix dank
[?] turned into some runtz
hop out on a n*gga block and i made his ass run
how you smokin’ on my dawg and your body count ain’t one?
ralo died with a f.n.?
well, bibby died with his gun
[?] ass in the grave
why they speakin’ on lil’ jon
tiki ass got slayed, he ain’t have a chance to run
and i won’t speak on thirty*five
[?] his ass done
bronem made sum’ shake with the drac and had fun with it
went to church last week
p*ssy b*tch, i had my gun with me
i don’t wanna hit that ho, that p*ssy bad man i’m done with it
four*five got a d*ck and that drac got a tongue in it
bro just hit a n*gga ass with the f*ckin’ k
i can’t speak on [?] just know it ate his f*ckin’ face
you be kissin’ on that ho
she ate the gang, how it taste?
find out they outside and swing the flame like it’s mace
hard*stoppa’, big choppa
b*tch my glock like the [?]
i shot a trap down, make a n*gga never see [?]
i ain’t really sellin’ sh*t man
you know that sh*t re*rock
[?] a n*gga get them bands then go cop a plain g*shock
j*d*o*t
dra*co is on me
i’ll blow a n*gga down
shoot a n*gga in his t**th
run that n*gga ass down just for speakin’ on me (b*tch)
r*a*l*o
rest up, ra*lo
choppa make a n*gga lock like he in a figure four
put that iron to his mind and just let that b*tch blow (b*tch)
[outro]
n*gga know how we f*ckin’ rockin’ n*gga
like cut out [?]
ain’t no kush in my pocket
just big bankrolls and dirty dracos
shooters on point they gon’ move when i say so
lil’ jock in the cut, he gon’ f*ck around and give you a halo
haha
b*tch i’m back
n*gga know how we f*ckin’ rockin’
f*ck the opps, 6k sh*t n*gga
gang sh*t n*gga
state*champ sh*t n*gga
n*gga know how i’m f*ckin’ rockin’ n*gga
playin’ football n*gga
won state*champ n*gga
don’t get your stupid ass ran down stupid ass boy
come here

- jdot breezy lyrics

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