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jdot breezy - blow shit كلمات أغنية

[intro: jdot breezy]
(d_mn, trademark)
mm, mm, mm, mm
mm, mm, mh
ayy, b_tch

[verse 1: jdot breezy]
what i’m smoking on stank, n_gga? this sh_t potent
part of x, now i’m 10 times focus
n_gga time is money, why the f_ck you out here chosen?
i don’t ran of me a bag, if you ain’t motherf_cking notice
rojay popped of percy in a back and i he rolling
and a cat, we turn up head and don’t know where we going
my first car was a toyota, b_tch, because i stole it
take your sh_t pump faking with a stick, this n_gga bogus
while then with my black forces on and, i’m on bullsh_t
n_gga think he doing all right thing, left way is calling
i don’t wanna know your hold ass dumb, i wanna open
i seen a k up and i stole the stock up on that b_tch and folding
blow sh_t, i like i got no sense
who you calling p_ssy, boy? mama ain’t raised no b_tch
jdot breezy it been a man, n_ggas just not noticed it
f_ck ’bout who they say i am, tell them all the bl__dy

[verse 2: screwly g]
f_ck about who they say i am
tеll them all get off my d_ck
n_ggas be talking about bodiеs, but we got bodies, we the ones getting n_ggas hit
n_ggas be talking about drills, ain’t got no k!lls, we the ones who step on sh_t
soon as i bounced out the car, he couldn’t even run, his dumb ass knew it was in
who you calling p_ssy, boy? mama ain’t raised no b_tch
on the street a honey sh_lls
empty out, the whole switch
why you acting gangster for? n_gga, you a hoe snitch
n_ggas got them guns and all them pics, but ain’t gonna blow sh_t
smoke sh_t, k!ll a opp on camera out the jeeper, ’cause it’s stolen
i just popped the opp, tryna do it again, it don’t make no sense
i just got the drop, ran out the door, know where i’m going
we just not another n_gga off, ’cause he was trollin’
and a checkout speeding through the option, we just rolling
lil’ bro driving fast, we catch us while, we hop out blowin’
he ain’t never shot that gun before look, “hey homie”
shot his ass so many times, they said, “we did on bogus”
i ran up a bag, if you ain’t motherf_cking notice
pay to see some bloodshed on they street, where they be posted
catches one he f_ck gonna send his b_tch ass west browin’
he died for a post me, bang the most, got k!lled for jokin’
tryna have that 30 and my pants, but it keep pokin’
puff thinking with that gun, we watched the run, so why he told me
ran his b_tch ass down, when he turned around and he like, “oh, sh_t”
n_ggas be talking about money and got no money, that’s his bro sh_t

- jdot breezy

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