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jdot breezy - welcome back lyrics

[intro]
(thanks yakree)

[verse]
put yo′ gloves on n_gga bankz just called, i got that low
man that get back be so surreal i can’t believe we finna score
phone ringin′ and it’s her she like “come open the door
my b_tch just got me a drop i eat that p_ssy if we score
she like “you could box ’em in he ain′t back in” i′m like fasho
grab the drac’ and my fn, kiss the forehead, and hit the door
man i hope this b_tch ain′t playin’ cuz if she is she gotta go
call up bro and tell ′em watch the spot, don’t let her doubt the dough
now we on his f_ckin′ street, ha he got his ass out
50k, big bag head we finna cash out
catch a opp in public, he act tough, and ima crash out
hop out on ’em blat, blat, boom! where he at now?
we gon’ step on every opp
that′s why you can′t trust the bop
you think that that b_tch yours, she come back and give me drops
four n_ggas in the four door, every shooter got a chop
penetrate, can’t get away, .762 make his body lock
they like how i did that push a n_gga way back
if he on that __ block
he gon′ be a __ pack
i still smoke on dead opps bibby, dope the biz at
you heard what i f_ckin’ said n_gga this that bibby pack
ballin′ like i’m trey d i know my opps hate me
b_tch i′m still smokin’ teki and i’m smokin′ kp
i want all ′em n_ggas dead tell them crack his frefe
we gon’ f_ckin′ k!ll his ass
put his ass where he supposed to be

- jdot breezy

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