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noodah05 – breathe lyrics

[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 lyrics

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