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sell out - jdot breezy lyrics

sell out lyrics
[intro]
(hey, drilltime)
that’s that spaazz22xx right there
yeah, haha
whole lotta dead opps
(drilltime, what you cookin’ up?)

[verse]
ayy, b*tch, if i can’t get in with my 45 then, n*gga i ain’t comin’
swerve that car the wrong way, we on that b*tch and get to dumpin’
all my bruddas tryna slide but you p*ssy n*ggas runnin’
we was outside with a pocket full of money
on the block with drac’ tryna take a n*gga face
choppa like to eat n*ggas, me and drac’ on a date
last time i hit a n*gga it was with the f*ckin’ k
made his ass crash the whip and then i fired up a jay
i don’t really f*ck with n*ggas, all these p*ssy n*ggas hate
got the same opps so ya’ll cool, you p*ssy n*ggas g*y
i’ma catch up with that rapper, do it, shot him in his face
sippin’ wock with my glock ’cause i love the way it taste
they wanna post up on the block, we finna make it rain today
ol’ buddy was a opp, that n*gga died the same way
in them brick with his stick, like it was a gangway
we gon’ slide through this b*tch, with different guns a different day (drilltime, what you cookin’ up?)
i could talk about the money, i could talk about the dough
you want the basis of a brick, n*gga thats that’s thirty*six o
you want a pound of that loud, it’s gonna run you twenty*four
bro could cook over the pot, i watched my daddy cook dope
had a old n*gga mad ’cause i was f*ckin’ on his hoe
you want it slow or want it fast, n*gga i could switch the flow
you talk that sh*t, we on yo’ ass, you know them k!llers at yo’ throat
window down to drop the mask, a extra mask we finna sco’
come and pick that n*gga up, he on the ground stretched out
let that choppa hit his ass since he got his chest out
boy that n*gga tried to slide, crash dummy, red dot
told that sh*t, he go to jail, bronem make him check out
can’t believe these n*ggas mad, let’s we show ’em what that wesson ’bout
all these b*tches wanna f*ck because i’m gettin’ fetti now
you was down to do the drill, what the f*ck you tell ’bout
that n*gga gossip like a b*tch, that n*gga died sellin’ out (drilltime, what you cookin’ up?)

- jdot breezy lyrics

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