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Sunday Service
Jdot Breezy
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(Ayy, Zay, this shit too crazy)
Bitch, bitch, nigga, ayy
I just wanna wake up, man
Ayy, nigga
Word 'round, these niggas wanna take me down
Blow for blow or pound for pound
These niggas know I don't fuck around
Jdot Breezy, I'm the king, bitch, I got the throne now
If that shit ain't payin' me, then bullshit get thrown out
It's a war inside my town, these pussy niggas think it's sweet
I like X, but I been geekin', poppin' Percs like all week
Pussy bitch done irked my nerves and now I'm mad and I can't sleep
You a faรงade and if I flash, you ain't gon' like the side of me
I'm on top, bitch, who I see? Ain't nobody up here but me
Contract killers I gotta flee, these niggas know what's up with me
Five rooms inside my house, my whip paid off, nigga, what you mean?
I'm livin' good, bitch, suck my dick
I don't give no fucks who rock with me
Ain't no callin' off the smoke, bitch
I'm gon' get 'em, I don't give a damn
Spread that murder 'cross the town, he in my way, then a nigga blam
Scared bitch, you better not run, I know the real you, you a fan
Pussy nigga wanna troll, troll 'bout how we hit your man
I might send my bitch some money, but it depend the mood I'm in
Make way, we push his brain out, them 62s goin' in
All these rookies poppin' out, we finna make they ass go in
We ain't got long, bitch, it's a timer 'fore we pop up and get it in
Ayy, niggas gettin' smoked, I'll turn your ass to dope
Get a load, bitch, we go, won't hesitate, we want the smoke
All the killers in the ride, we slide down, let's get it on
Tryna use them cell towers, stupid bitch, I left my phone
Me and Leeke out that car, the Choppa Boyz, we send you home
Bitch had called me 'round her friends
Bitch, you know better hang up the phone
Straight up make a nigga pay 'cause he had put me in a song
It ain't take that long, somebody passed away before you
Huh, pussy nigga tryna tweet like we don't kill shit
I been poppin' X, I popped a Perc', now I can't feel shit
Nigga think he playin' with me, okay, I'ma make you feel this
Been a problem, bitch, I'm the one you gotta deal with
Rock Kappa who? Bitch, this life, boy, I live this
Just like some bubblegum, hop out and spray and let the steel sit
Boy, your mans a goof, he got up close and he still missed
But if I had that chance, I swear to God I would've killed shit
Hit your bitch before I pipe her
Down South bitch like ridin' strikers
Ain't no cuffin', I one-night her, borin' bitches, I don't like 'em
Nigga mention Get Back, put your right hand on the Bible
You been gettin' bailed, then ask lil'
Nigga, stop trollin', bitch, you a liar
He put that shit on his bro, I bet his dead ass that I'm fire
Spot an opp and step on shit like I'm at home and seein' spiders
Stuffin' four opps in the blunt
Can't lie, that shit had got me higher
Hop out, let the Draco sing like Sunday service with a choir
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