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jdot breezy - out my body lyrics

[intro]
racks on me right now
(f_ck it, turn it up, cashyy)
srt on every glock
srt on every glock (huh? huh? huh?)
ayy

[verse]
last n_gga said, “cool down,” (what?) he got hit too (he got hit too)
last opp died was dissin’ on us, now he with ku (now he with ku)
bl__dy_ass n_gga, i put on for that rw (for rw)
slidin’ with this cougar b_tch, can’t cap, this ho ’bout thirty_two (thirty_two)
poppa like, “you got a drac’?” h_ll yeah, you know i do (you know i do)
him and joker trippin’, n_ggas sippin’, they sh_t muddy too
slidin’ windows tinted with them switches, nah, i’m cappin’, fool
i know he got his friend, i clean whatever up that’s after you (ayy, ayy)
i’m strapped just like i’m velcro
clip look like an elbow (yeah)
we been f_ckin’ hoes since way back when rockin’ sh_ll toes (sh_ll toes)
speak on me, i ask you state facts, don’t tell a talе though (don’t tell a tale though)
solid ’bout them bodiеs, but these n_ggas rather tell though (b_tch)
all these f_ckin’ goofies keep on poppin’ out the woodwork (what? f_ck it, turn it up, cashyy)
we pull out them get backs that make a n_gga whole hood hurt (yeah)
before this sh_t be over, we gon’ buy they whole hood shirts (yeah)
and all them n_ggas hoes, we need to buy they whole hood skirts (b_tch)
man, no cap, i could’ve been flooded my wrist (on god)
but the trenches more important, get that bag and send out hits (yeah)
drop another f_ckin’ bag, you make me mad and drop a diss
i put them k!llers on your mans because he talk a lil’ b_tch (b_tch)
now what the f_ck your ass gon’ do is sit on ig and talk sh_t (huh?)
get in the studio and cap like you was really on a hit (b_tch)
you was ‘posed to be a pack, but luckily, them k!llers missed
say i fell off, but i fell back, so all you fans, get off my d_ck (b_tch)
i ain’t name droppin’, throwin’ my subliminals and sh_t
lowkey givin’ n_ggas clout, b_tch, them days over with (what?)
pop out, hit him with that chop, he fall, we standin’ over jit (what?)
you could die right with your dog, he get involved, we smokin’ jit, n_gga
f_ck a n_gga, i ain’t sparin’ him, i ain’t sparin’ sh_t (f_ck it, turn it up, cashyy)
everything affiliated, put that paper on that sh_t (buh)
only got time for money and that murder, not a b_tch (not a b_tch)
it’s best to never p_ss me off ’cause you gon’ die you make the list
now i got your ass stepped on, should’ve had that teflon
but you didn’t, now your motherf_ckin’ chest gone
brainless_ass n_gga, thought i was the one to rep on (stupid)
all that f_ckin’ walkin’ got your stupid ass crept on (goofy)
uh_huh, tell me this, who head bigger now?
check on your mans, p_ssy n_gga, i know you figure it out (haha)
i hit your nerve when he got hit, go ‘head and spit it out (haha)
i drop that sh_t, bro hit the switch and get the city hot, b_tch
[outro]
racks on me right now, n_gga
srt on every glock, n_gga know how i’m f_ckin’ rockin’, n_gga
you feel me?
my heart on the north, but i got love on the east, gang

- jdot breezy lyrics

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