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letra de breathing - onfully

[intro: onfully]
(marc boomin, this you?)
(boomin need extras)
turn these n-ggas up, i ain’t heard of these head boppin’ in this b-tch
you know what the f-ck goin’ on
shee

[verse 1: onfully]
i think my lungs closin’ in, been smokin’ too much
i thought you was gon’ get up off your ass, what’s holdin’ you up?
i said it once, b-tch, don’t ask if i’m totin’ or what
my n-gga be done slide with three k’s, they lookin’ like klux
free the guys, they went to court wearin’ b-tton-ups
you only wear a b-tton-up in a he-rs-, you ain’t got nothin’ up
boom got scouts comin’ numbers that he puttin’ up
if you really knew somethin’, you’d put your people up

[verse 2: the godfather]
this sh-t crazy how we leavin’ n-ggas layin’ out in traffic
put an opp in the ‘wood, this sh-t hittin’, i can’t pass it
when that pape’ get involved, make a p-ssy n-gga vanish
n-ggas mad i’m still breathin’, sh-t, i know they can’t stand it
i’ve been blowin’ through this pape’ too fast, i need to manage it
pourin’ еight after eight, sh-t, i need to quit
we’ll lеave a n-gga stiff like a mannequin
shootin’ drac’ after drac’ ’til we empty clips
[verse 3: bandgang lonnie bands & glockboyz teejaee]
really respected everywhere like i’m j prince
if it don’t make a dollar, it don’t make sense
flip the fully k with sh-ll catcher, ain’t no evidence
the brick came with a stamp on it like i’m mailin’ sh-t
thick b-tch can take d-ck, b-tch, stop runnin’
this ice on my wrist real water, need to call a plumber
they like, “lonnie ain’t got a hit, but got a couple hundred”
“lonnie, how you pimped that old b-tch like a motherf-cker? (ayy)

[verse 4: glockboyz teejaee]
my n-gga, i can f-ck a b-tch all night, she ain’t gon’ stop cummin’
bullets get to jumpin’ in they whip like they huggin’ each other
you can be hard as rocks, the k go through him like b-tter
you ever seen a n-gga make the chopper rain? it change the weather, n-gga
this ain’t no fairy tale
my n-ggas still be in the streets, we doin’ very well
and we travel with the dope, we don’t ship that in the mail
man, drop a sh-ll on a n-gga like i work for taco bell (ayy)
gun on me, it’s in the mall and i’ll use this b-tch is saks
in the stores, what you think i’m tryna do in traffic?
up the score, and if you think you finna k!ll my n-gga boom, you smokin’ dope
mama asked me what we be doin’ with these guns, i don’t know, n-gga
man, i be lyin’ to myself sometimes, girl
the stick jump in my whip and just ride, don’t got nowhere to go
and all these b-tches in my phone ain’t mine
i tell ’em how it is, they still love me ’cause i ain’t lyin’, n-gga
[verse 5: onfully]
really, you ain’t gettin’ in if you ain’t the family
ho asked why the roof flippin’, b-tch, it’s panoramic
wonder when your dad thank, that’s what i was plannin’
two p’s sell pies but not the one that’s in the pantry
catch you wide open, throw a bullet like you landry
f-ck your b-tch and play it off, i don’t be likin’ cameras (b-tch)
free 9k, hit your block, do some damage
clip full of bald heads, and i ain’t talkin’ cannon (i ain’t talkin’ no—)

- onfully

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