bow wow – let it breathe lyrics
[intro]
g6, yeah
[verse]
got this sh-t jumpin’ like a crackhouse, rovers and them ‘lacs out
ballin’ like stackhouse, talk sh-t, get packed out
i was on a money chase, yeah, i took that fast route
all these rappers garbage to me, time to take the trash out
rappers claimin’ they rich before they take their tax out
black card swipin’ sh-t, and could never max out
50 for the walk-through, you know that it’s packed out
if i do a show in your city, that’s a packed house
tryna mack on jordyn woods, slid into her dm twice
tryna see what that be like, told her i could change her life
call my n-gg- tip, like, “is it cool to wear this gucci now?”
’cause this gucci shirt been in my closet hanging for a while
hit miami just to get a tan, then i bounce back
designer on my feet, and a name, you can’t pr-nounce that
call my weed man like “i need weed and you can ounce that
and dawg, after i smoke it down, you know i’m coming right back”
32 years old, my n-gg-, but i’ll still look 16
chunkin’ up the 5, n-gg-, you know what that sh-t mean
bullet never on me, it’s on the homie, hands stay clean
side b-tch trippin’ on me, always wanna make a scene
so i take that b-tch shoppin’, shut up all that hollerin’
fashion nova plus some good d-ck solve all her problems when
she be gettin’ on my nerves, dawg, hit her with the curve, dawg
love the way she throw that p-ssy at me like a curveball
cr-p table, yeah, i had to double up (double up)
all my b-tches bad and they down to f-ck (down to f-ck)
every time i drop you know that’s platinum plus (platinum plus)
bosses at the table, you can’t sit with us
i thought i told you, boy, you know that it’s over, boy
had the biggest comeback, feeling like i’m soulja boy (who, draco?)
took a couple months off, n-gg-, i was gettin’ bored
two-hundred-thou’ a show just for me to go on tour
talk sh-t but back it up, money come, we bag it up
five million, six million, eight million, boy, i’m up
jail cell this year, i’ve been through a lot of sh-t
n-gg- tried to sabotage the name but y’all ain’t stoppin’ sh-t
pimpin’ told me some ho on the music, dawg, just drop the sh-t
told him i was nervous, i was thinkin’ twice ’bout droppin’ it
got a couple label meetings, alb-m, yeah, shoppin’ it
y’all been begging for this sh-t, i hope you muh’f-ckas coppin’ it
i’m in queens, n-gg-, shoppin’ at the coliseum
walkin’ outta gb’s in some kicks you never seen
(queens) street corner store, you know where i’m close to that
bad b-tch, fat -ss, walkin’ past a laundromat
short shorts, all that, said her name was britney
she be hangin’ out in baisley, she probably f-cked 50
hold up, let that b-tch breathe…a’ight, let’s get to it
say you gettin’ money but your team starvin’
custom chain and watch, it came from ben baller
ex-fiancée on my line, this b-tch still callin’
sh-t, i wonder if her n-gg- know she still stalkin’
brrr, brrr, brrr, nah, i ain’t pickin’ up
send her straight to voicemail like i don’t give a f-ck
a lot of goals i gotta reach and i ain’t lettin’ up
call smack, i need a battle, yeah, the bet is up
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