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letra de breathe - noodah05

[intro]
(section 8 just straight cooked this motherf-cker up)
(what’s happenin’, chi chi?)
the biggest

[chorus]
you ain’t f-ck me good until i ranned up my money, yeah (breathe)
they only call my phone when they want somethin’, huh (breathe)
i told twin i wasn’t gon’ shoot, i went to dumpin’ (my bad, breathe)
i told mama in that dark when i was young, i seen somethin’ (i did, breathe)
exotic in my lungs, hotbox the car, i don’t think i can (breathe)
i ain’t forgot about nothin’, i still don’t want that boy to (breathe)
she said, “noodah, hold on, let me catch my breath, just” (breathe) (breathe)
[verse 1]
seein’ a n-gga get hit with that bl!ck, that sh-t had me soft-spoken
gotta know b-tches suckin’ d-ck and always got they mouth open
noodah, get your sh-t together or your career is all over
say them bullets didn’t hit him, he must’ve had a four-leaf clover
she ain’t tell you we was f-ckin’, my bad, twin, she should’ve told you
glock 10 can k!ll bears, i know this b-tch gon’ fold a human
watch who say hatin’ sh-t in a laughing way, they got a sense of humor
i’ma smoke a blunt of exotic while she f-ck me to my music

[chorus]
yeah, you ain’t f-ck me good until i ranned up my money, yeah (breathe)
they only call my phone when they want somethin’, huh (breathe)
i told twin i wasn’t gon’ shoot, i went to dumpin’ (my bad, breathe)
i told mama in that dark when i was young, i seen somethin’ (i did, breathe)
exotic in my lungs, hotbox the car, i don’t think i can (breathe)
i ain’t forgot about nothin’, i still don’t want that boy to (breathe)
she said, “noodah, hold on, let me catch my breath, just” (breathe) (breathe)

[verse 2]
uh-uh, beat it up, baby, you is nasty
freak, kinda classy, p-ssy good, she sassy
and she got on lavish, expensive habit, bad b-tch
too piped for the average, don’t play games like madden
i won’t cuff that b-tch if she can’t hold it down for gangsters
yeah, that last year had me hot, bro hopped out shootin’ that b-tch with anger
can’t believe that you got robbed, then went in court and point your finger (b-tch)
[?] should call your mama, “get your child, i’m finna spank him”
[chorus]
yeah, you ain’t f-ck me good until i ranned up my money, yeah (breathe)
they only call my phone when they want somethin’, huh (breathe)
i told twin i wasn’t gon’ shoot, i went to dumpin’ (my bad, breathe)
i told mama in that dark when i was young, i seen somethin’ (i did, breathe)
exotic in my lungs, hotbox the car, i don’t think i can (breathe)
i ain’t forgot about nothin’, i still don’t want that boy to (breathe)
she said, “noodah, hold on, let me catch my breath, just” (breathe) (breathe)

- noodah05

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