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letra de let it breathe - mazzeratti duke

[intro]
vicasso on another one
had to let it breathe
sephgotthewaves
had to let it breathe

[chorus]
had to let it breathe
baby mama say i’m savage, i’m tellin’ her it’s in my genes
all this pain in my body reflects tattoos on my sleeve
these mike amiri pants, they think i’m a biker how i be wearin’ my jeans
i don’t take percs, but i just might pop me an addy ’cause i can’t be buyin’ no dreams
she a diamond in the rough, but i cannot find it
i was out searchin’ for love when she gave me hugs
i fumbled her heart, i guess i was blinded
f-ckin’ on her friend time and time again
all in her ear, and she like, “this my man”
wanted me to put the time in
but i was in love with the grindin’

[verse 1]
if i hit a l!ck, i’m just gon’ walk up in your house
and you better not move wrong
glock with thirty-two rounds
like a project baby, we’ll make a n-gga move ’round
find my stash, goin’ through my sh-t
say, “you’re movin’ fast, boy, you’re too grown”
want the b-tch neck, not her hips
i’ma call the lyft, he gon’ get you home
sent ten bags on a wednesday
it’s the weekend, now they gone
gave z a hundred years for some bullsh-t
d-mn, 12 ran up in his home
make ’em send ten to his cash app
then naked pictures to his phone
then my girl goin’ through my sh-t
she like, “d-mn, why you do me wrong?”
i told my lil’ b-tch to stay down
my granny be trippin’, i know she be worried, i’m stashin’ this sh-t at her home
caught him at the red light slippin’, made the news, but he didn’t make it home
b-tch keep on sayin’ she done, i’m sorry for cheatin’, i promise i’ll leave ’em alone
last b-tch that left me, she mad, she sorry, disgusted, she hate that she left me alone

[verse 2]
n-ggas sign a deal and throw ’em on the ‘gram
i can never hate, i just wanna brag too
mama want a jag too
can’t forget that taylor need a bag too
lauren need a pair of shoes
if i accomplish my goals, you can’t be mad at duke
when you signed your deal, i wasn’t mad at you
two years ago, spent two racks on shoes
b-tch wasn’t actin’ right so i left her
i just tell my story, say i’m next up
made her fall in love and then i next her
before you try to beef, get your check up
left ’em on the curb and soul in heaven
beatin’ on my chest like i’m king kong
what he searchin’ for, i think it’s red rum
ain’t no layin’ low ’cause that’s how we come
hard to put her trust in people, she ain’t never have no daddy
all my n-ggas put a hole in one, and i ain’t got no caddy
my shooters don’t play sports, but they gon’ step like it’s march madness
when i was little, i played with bunnies, but in my ear, i’m havin’ carats
when i was little, i ain’t eat my vegetables, but in my pocket, i got cabbage
i got racks, yeah
f-ck the lil’ b-tch from the back
all these diamonds complimentin’ my swag
if it’s ’bout a b-tch, i can’t go out sad
i don’t really beef, i just want a bag
’cause if it was beef, them n-ggas’d be dead

- mazzeratti duke

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