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jdot breezy - inflamed lyrics
(intro)
smoking dope
n_gga know how this sh_t go
we always change the score
n_gga we got money and we’ll f_ck yo’ hoe
(verse 1)
aye my n_gga sippin’ syrup, he steady trying to k!ll his car
n_gga f_ck around with em f_ck arounds and get smoked lil mouse
pull up on a n_gga, dump 100 rounds
i ain’t playing, knock a n_gga out
i ain’t mainstream, better stay where all my opps be, that’s underground
let that .62 eat his flesh
n_gga better ride around with a vest
n_gga with a cast out, it’s a mac down, k!llers run down for that check
n_gga i been sliding, on the set
real deal walk down on sh_t
i don’t like b_tches, i don’t like n_ggas, i don’t like n0body, that’s dеad
n_gga been a b_tch, everybody know about it
bro slide around, who nеxt?
puerto rican b_tch, she ain’t got no body, but the b_tch good with her neck
p_ssy n_gga cap, he ain’t got no bodies, slap a 30 round in the tec
bullets swing ‘round, heard its bullet down, n_gga, ain’t, can’t slid on sh_t
glock 21, finna get a switch on it
slap a titty under that b_tch
light said i’m tripping cause i’m with the sh_ts
cause i be still down for a hit
take a n_gga b_tch, ion give her d_ck
wanna f_ck dot cause a n_gga lit
n_ggas p_ssed off cause i’m getting rich
try to take it from me n_gga imma bl!ck
roll up dope n_gga i get high
eyes real low with a stick on side
pull on side, bet a n_gga won’t try, imma bang my iron, leave a n_gga to die
fl!cking my wrist like i’m fl!cking a bl!ck, if i spot me a opp, imma hit him from far
hit you with a d_ck, i be up in this b_tch, we get up with a n_gga and f_ck up his car
n_gga we drill sh_t i ain’t playing
we could be broke, that was back then
now we got bands, n_gga what you sayin’?
i then came up, p_ssy, i’m the man
leave a whole carlo in yo’ car door
catch a taco or the end
you can get gatos, shoot his car hoe, put a pothole in yo’ man
n_ggas got big rolls in they pants
yeen got money n_gga, how ya be?
european drac, way from outta state, clip in this b_tch long like a tree
22 shots in the .23 , talking like he ‘bout it, make him feel the heat
i just met a freak hoe and she creep, tryna make me pull on em and crease
with the hit squad, they don’t give a f_ck, tryna smash anything that they see
when i’m in the city, b_tch i’m tinted up, ak on the seat
only thing i’m ducking is the police
riding in a bucket n_gga on b, finna flush another n_gga on b, gossip about another n_gga, ain’t me
aye play and you get tucked in, want some money? do a spin
i can’t beef about no cat, she wanna hoe, then go ahead
choppa sp_ce a n_gga brain out, like he bowlegged
“chill out dot, you need to calm down” that’s what my hoe said
aye a grown ass n_gga chasing clout, that sh_t so sad
n_ggas keep my name in they mouth, with they broke ass
young crew got no bag
you using them, it’s funny when they realize that dying first and you the one that’s dying last
stupid ass boy, oh p_wn ass n_gga
oh faking ass, “ion shoot my gun” ass n_gga
“when they hit the corner, imma duck and run” ass n_gga
when we push on up em, pop up like “where you going n_gga”
ugh
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