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Breathin
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(So where's my chicken?)
(Marley keep it lit)
(Alright, Money, this shit stewey, boy)
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Yep
Okay, now let me at it
A nigga say he want smoke, I'ma let him have it
Oh, you got a big trap? Baby, let me have it
I get to breathin' on a bitch, I'm in her ear about my cho
I ain't with the hangin' out, I'm kickin' out and I get low
I'm real grimy, connivin', could talk a bitch up out her soul
Your bitch lay her eyes on the prize, she ain't comin' home
Niggas say they lookin' for me, I be right here on the grove
If I'm not, I'm on the blender tryna knock me a ho
I knew she was a ho, I see money on the floor
You ain't bring a bag for the Bs, bitch, you gotta go
Ain't no HPs for the Gs, bitch, there go the door
Real 716 pimpin', keep a pole
I get to breathin' on a bitch, I'm in her ear about my chili
You can keep that couple thousand, bitch, I need a whole milli'
Baby, I'm a roadrunner, can you hit the road with me?
She a real stompdown, but she keep her toes pretty
Lamb' tinted, stay shitty, stay sharp, stay saucy
When I step up on the scene, I can't keep your bitch off me
Yep, I can't keep your foots off me
I don't get excited 'cause I do this too often
I don't really get excited
Bae, you fuckin' with a kloud, should be fuckin' with a giant
Takin' trips to the islands, runnin' up the air mileage
I can see you winnin' with me, I'm just bein' honest
You can make a million with me, I'm just bein' honest
Put you in them Fendis, I can put you in them Pradas
Really pushin' P, I pop Glocks and pop collars
Nigga from the block get top by top models
She ain't give me much attention, all I needed was a little
I get to breathin' on a bitch and hypnotize her with a riddle
Nigga talkin' 'bout some hats, he ain't even got no Skittles
Nigga drop the five, I'ma dribble down the middle
Sneak dissin' on the 'Gram, we put your brother in that'spital
With that 23, I had a fat nigga gettin' little
Niggas don't want no issue
Hundred shots in that 'yop, guarantee we won't miss you
My game so smooth, baby say I'm so official
Every time she see me, she gon' blow me like a whistle
It's a non-contact sport, but I tote missiles
Nigga said he want a fade, I'ma blow pistol, yeah
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