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lirik lagu jdot breezy - new bodies

come & pick his ass up
b~tch i see dead bodies
new opp we fire em up
we done got the lead poppin’
we gon swing hit everybody
hit his head his legs locking
k!ll his ass remain silent
i just want some new bodies
pull up banging with my choppa
beat a opp like red robin
get yo b~tch she on my c~ck
i just got the head prolly
we want smoke with everybody
shots fired his head bopping
one up top it ain’t no c~cking
dissing gang you better stop it

b~tch n~gga mhmm
n~gga know we shred sh~t
she gon let me hit it with my gun in my hand b~tch
hope for that dead n~gga, told him we ain’t sparing sh~t
he was on the net tweaking , that’s what got his mans hit
i got murder in my mind, all i see is red sh~t
last n~gga played with me, ended up a dead b~tch
oh i’m with that gang hoe
i put money ??
i came in this b~tch broke & left out with a bankroll
choppa make him tango
you should be a shamed hoe
yo brother died yo b~tch ass ain’t do sh~t but get some fame hoe
we gon step on that n~gga
i done got my racks bigger
we gon k!ll everything & plus that n~gga in the middle
leave him cold ice sickle
b~tch you got the right n~gga
if i ever see a opp, ima pull my trigger
come & pick his ass up
b~tch i see dead bodies
new opp we fire em up
we done got the lead poppin’
we gon swing hit everybody
hit his head his legs locking
k!ll his ass remain silent
i just want some new bodies
pull up banging with my choppa
beat a opp like red robin
get yo b~tch she on my c~ck
i just got the head prolly
we want smoke with everybody
shots fired his head bopping
one up top it ain’t no c~cking
dissing gang you better stop it

tell me where that n~gga at
b~tch you know we been sliding
we gon peel a n~gga hat like osama bin ladin
tell me why you dissing gang that p~ssy n~gga d~ck riding
boy you know that sh~t is tragic you gas em up he still dropping
heard a n~gga said i’m broke, big bands i got it
boy i got this big ass pole it can’t fit in my pocket
i like it when she suck it slow i might as well take her shopping
thought i was a rapper ran up until i upped the rocket
ima crash for leeky n~gga
ima crash for ralo too
pull up on that boy & upped the mag like n~gga what it do
you be talking gangsta sh~t
bro pulled up & shot at you
yo kissy ass ran ima up the drac & blow for cool
make a b~tch dip set
i done got her lips wet
pull up over here & you ain’t gang & we gon flip that
gun right where my hip at
paid the plug he shipped that
shoot a n~gga in his mouth they can’t find where his lip at
opp hoe think she crossing over
big drac i bet i poured her
split that cat like casanova
get shot make his brother hold him
don’t play no games boy i thought i told ya
glock tucked i don’t need a holster
you ain’t my b~tch girl i can’t hold ya
but i call you my lil soldier

- lirik lagu jdot breezy

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