Toes Out Jdot Breezy (Ft. Whoppa Wit Da Choppa)
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[Intro]
(Ayy, Zach)
(Havok)
[Chorus: JDot Breezy]
I call her my senorita, what that dope 'bout?
She a freak, she an eater, she gon' show out
'Cause she love the way I treat her, fuck her throat out
Keep your face down, bitch, and watch your back get blowed out
Walk in Neiman, spent two thousand cash on my coat now
Police come, they talkin' 'bout a murder I don't know 'bout
Gettin' bread, if I want your head, I bring them loaves out
Dress it up for me, classy bitch, she keep her toes out
[Verse 1: JDot Breezy]
Uh, nasty bitch, mhm, suck it while I drive
Want that cat, but I can't crash the whip 'cause I don't got nine lives
Suck it slow, this lil' bitch got a grip, she lookin' in my еyes
I can't concentrate, shе say, "Don't look at me, nigga, just drive"
Drac' with me, I got that cheddar cheese, I'm on I-95
Up with me, nigga, know it's stuck with me, try to slide and you gon' die
Told my girl I'm gon' stop cheatin', but I really think I lied
'Cause this bitch here just too freaky and I love the way she ride
[Chorus: JDot Breezy]
I call her my señorita, what that dope 'bout?
She a freak, she an eater, she gon' show out
'Cause she love the way I treat her, fuck her throat out
Keep your face down, bitch, and watch your back get blowed out
Walk in Neiman, spent two thousand cash on my coat now
Police come, they talkin' 'bout a murder I don't know 'bout
Gettin' bread, if I want your head, I bring them loaves out
Dress it up for me, classy bitch, she keep her toes out (Whop, ayy)
(Ayy, Zach)
(Havok)
[Chorus: JDot Breezy]
I call her my senorita, what that dope 'bout?
She a freak, she an eater, she gon' show out
'Cause she love the way I treat her, fuck her throat out
Keep your face down, bitch, and watch your back get blowed out
Walk in Neiman, spent two thousand cash on my coat now
Police come, they talkin' 'bout a murder I don't know 'bout
Gettin' bread, if I want your head, I bring them loaves out
Dress it up for me, classy bitch, she keep her toes out
[Verse 1: JDot Breezy]
Uh, nasty bitch, mhm, suck it while I drive
Want that cat, but I can't crash the whip 'cause I don't got nine lives
Suck it slow, this lil' bitch got a grip, she lookin' in my еyes
I can't concentrate, shе say, "Don't look at me, nigga, just drive"
Drac' with me, I got that cheddar cheese, I'm on I-95
Up with me, nigga, know it's stuck with me, try to slide and you gon' die
Told my girl I'm gon' stop cheatin', but I really think I lied
'Cause this bitch here just too freaky and I love the way she ride
[Chorus: JDot Breezy]
I call her my señorita, what that dope 'bout?
She a freak, she an eater, she gon' show out
'Cause she love the way I treat her, fuck her throat out
Keep your face down, bitch, and watch your back get blowed out
Walk in Neiman, spent two thousand cash on my coat now
Police come, they talkin' 'bout a murder I don't know 'bout
Gettin' bread, if I want your head, I bring them loaves out
Dress it up for me, classy bitch, she keep her toes out (Whop, ayy)
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