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letra de breeze - deebaby

yeah
i got a thang for some b-tches who f-ck with me, (?) be actin like i don’t be tryin’
was talking with god, i told him “forgive me” the next n-gga touchin my sister, he dyin’
i got some dope in the car, i pull up with my uncle to cook it and drop him a dime

if you n-ggas snitch boy i thought you was lyin
i know it come back by the way it shine
ima handle mine

and we into ack, if it ain’t about money then you outta mind
i told my b-tch she could take a lil’ break but she need to come back before i run out of time
she pretty as f-ck, lil baby a dime, she like when i talk to her when i’m inside
now we gotta get up and go for a ride, she know how i’m comin, one of a kind and i’m on the ride
i’m in the city just left from the block
i’m in the car with a strap and a brick hoppin off, she like when i pass by the cop
switch the location but i get delivered just not at the crib casue that sh-t was too hot
i turned on my cousin when i stared f-cking around with big baby but that had to stop

i got to good thought i wouldn’t need him but that’s how you end up lonely at the top
i ain’t gon party, ain’t tryna have fun with you n-ggas i’m workin i’m stackin the guap
i got some money put up in the safe but i’m broke if you get it, i’m setting up shop
i was with trey in the kitchen he start the ignition and whipped the soft till it locked put it on the clock

i got two things in the trunk how you feel? i had a wild day
lil’ b-tch kinda pretty but i call her chuckie, why’s that? casue she like the child play
all they heard was #4 on some babies, what”s that? they think it’s some child day
i’m getting head while i’m in the highway, i’m gettin paid like everyday friday, yeah

i’m off the drank i’m feelin like paul
(what you mean?)
i’m sittin sideways

i walk around with 3 racks nothing less
i’m feeling like andre

she be like deebaby, i be like wassup?
can it be my way?
i tell her no, she give me that cry face
she wanna leave from the club go to my place yeah
while i was praying i was hoping for a sign
chump change with a million in mind
and i don’t want to sleep i’d rather go grind
i’m tryna love you but it’s taking up time

i’m talking to you what you got on your mind?
i saw some sh-t that made me wish i was blind
i went to searching for some sh-t down the line, but you were really what i was hoping to find

i’m lookin for her but i’m tired of searching
i tried to keep it real but that wasn’t workin
i gave you everything i had i was hurtin, i’m in the back of the maybach with the curtain

play the (mix)tape and she like rolling around she like to play it while i’m d-cking her down
your baby momma hit me when i’m in town, i’m rapping to her she be feeling my sound
she like ooh ooh one phone call that’s another check ooh ooh pourin up that red i sip hitec
ooh ooh bend her over on the plane, bae we have fly s-x

yo b-tch keep starin at my chain just know she mine, yeah

- deebaby

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