Let Me Breathe

Album: Blue Chips 7000 (2017)
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  • Like the way it sounds, Fraudy?
    Uh, yeah, yeah
    Just let me breathe for a minute, man
    Just let me breathe
    Just let me breathe for a minute, man
    (Yeah, you already know it's me, man)
    Just let me breathe for a minute
    (You already know it's me)
    Just let me breathe

    It's too hot, drop the top off the wagon
    Lay back, blowin' fire like dragon (poof)
    Man, I'm flyin' past Saturn (uh)
    Outta here like I ain't that savage
    (No, no, no, no)
    Two Uzis and a rifle
    It's like I'm at the studio with Michael
    (Michael Jackson)
    You can hear me dancing on the beat
    Bam Bam 'bout to put a mansion on the beach, uh
    Hundred Latins in your lobby
    That's what happens when you f- around with Body, uh
    And I put that on my mami (it's on my mami)
    I would never give my heart to a thotty
    If I could just make a dance that goes with this song
    Then I'ma be on (so on)
    Basic b- gon' dance to it (everywhere)
    Basic b- everywhere gon' dance to it (everywhere)

    Just let me breathe for a minute
    Just let me breathe for a minute, uh
    Just let me breathe for a minute
    White Range Rover, blowing trees all in it
    Let me breathe for a minute
    Just let me breathe for a minute, man
    Just let me breathe for a minute
    White Range Rover, blowing trees all in it

    You got a fat a-, baby, shake that
    Shake that
    Shake that
    You got a fat a-, baby, shake that
    Shake that
    Shake it

    I got two shows, I'm about to pitch another
    Throwing alley oops to my brothers (Curry)
    We all shine, nobody victims
    Armani sweatsuit pimping
    Black Pippens
    I swag different
    That's why the money in the bag different (different)
    Come up short, you'll have your motherf- fam missing (gone)
    I lay on beaches and swerve in whips
    You ain't serving, you just an urban myth
    Every day get fleek
    Riding around Queens on a jet ski, it's me (you know it's me)
    Every day get high
    'Til the day I die
    Every day get high
    Man, I roll that
    And I smoke that
    Honey bouncing up and down
    She nearly broke my-
    She nearly broke my- (my, my)

    Just let me breathe for a minute
    Just let me breathe for a minute, uh
    Just let me breathe for a minute
    White Range Rover, blowing trees all in it
    Let me breathe for a minute
    Just let me breathe for a minute, man
    Just let me breathe for a minute
    White Range Rover, blowing trees all in it Writer/s: Arian Asllani, Damon Yul Wimbley, Darren Robinson, Kurtis Walker, Mark Morales, Rory William Quigley
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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