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letra de breath of fresh air - chavis chandler

[verse: chavis chandler]

what up doe? how are you?
good evening motherf-ckers, c-ck suckers
meat beaters and rum eaters, i’m back
so tell them ol’ muppet, cousin skeeter
puppet -ss n-ggas its a wrap, uh, chav
n-ggas always saying my name, its a shame
i never reply cause they all lame
so, i’m never hearing em, colder than a dead hookers heart
standing on the corner in siberia, k!lling em
mix it up, n-ggas on some g-y sh-t
too much high fructose in they kool-aid mix
don’t give a f-ck bout what you did
i was brought up drinking sugar water
when wasn’t no kool-aid, b-tch
what you know about it? we was glad to be alive
we would scr-pe up change just to cop some chili fries
and i’m, i’m, better than all yall n-ggas
wnba squad, you run with all b-tches
still these n-ggas all senseless, take offense
and get defensive, every time a n-gga spit sh-t
the illest young n-gga to ever spit this
flow with no v-accine (vaccine) for n-ggas to rid this
a backpacker, but i’m still from the streets
east side 7 mile. you can get yo -ss beat
n-ggas i went to high school with is deceased dawg
you crazy, if you think you f-cking with me
see, i’ll sh-t on yall n-ggas, want beef dawg?
ill smack the sh-t out yall n-ggas
i triple double dog dare yall n-ggas, yea my clothes fitted
dawg but i ain’t no hipster. im from the place where n-ggas
opticals is mammoth tusk, cartiers, staring through the white buffs
n-ggas moving zones so they dont give a f-ck
about such and such, cause they too busy bossing up
g.i. joe guns, n-ggas don’t wanna see the cobra clutch
split ya whip in half, like a n-gga when they rolling up
detroit, but my flow is international my squad is
verbal vomit yo and this a breath of fresh air

my mans! do me a favor, n-gga and tell yo b-tch
ima take her soul, i can change ya f-cking life n-gga
zilluminati what up?
alright enough of the bullsh-t, i forgot i was rapping
alright, sh-t lets do it again, look

its don corleon in comme des garçons and
a pair of vintage carties from 1991
give em what they want, they don’t even gotta ask for it
balling on these n-ggas all net, f-ck the backboard
we not affiliates, if you be on that hating sh-t
getting green all up on my salad, hold the bacon bits
i’m a walking blt, n-gga what is you on?
the whip ranch dressing, and pocket full of croutons
nosy b-tches worry bout what my crew on
she gimme brain, i pat her head “duck duck goose” on
i don’t understand why these n-ggas think they hot
n-gga, we start popping bottles when the party stop
verbal vomit b-tch, respect it or get drop kicked
by a fresh -ss n-gga that’s wearing dead-stock kicks
clap a n-gga up, bravo, bravo
back on my bullsh-t, el toro bravo
n-ggas talking sh-t but n-gga you ain’t got dough
verbal vomit b-tch and n-ggas know that i got flow
its funny n-ggas be reppin dirty glove but they
scared to put they motherf-cking mittens in the mud
east side n-gga, w-ssup shout out to my n-gga buzz
aye n-gga, this is what we does, detroit up in the b-tch n-gga
breath of fresh air, what up doe?

- chavis chandler

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