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tre breezy - on god. (feat. kj) lyrics

[chorus: tre breezy]
yeah i’m bout get it imma go and be a star yeah
pull up to the scene imma roll up with my dons yeah
its my time no rollie no watch yeah
boy tre breeze bout get it on god yeah
yeah i’m bout get it imma go and be a star yeah
pull up to the scene imma roll up with my dons yeah
its my time no rollie no watch yeah
boy tre breeze bout get it on god yeah

[verse 1: tre breezy]
i got all the ice no goalie
i got all the wraps like cannoli
i got all the sauce ravioli
you don’t want smoke alveoli
lebron james throw the chalk up got you bossed up
kyrie i’m on my god flow got u crossed up
mikey luu got you tossed up got you flossed up
mj i got the flu now got you coughed up
ai no practice
im only rapping never cappin
got my jeans rolled up no aladdin
in my heelies and i’m rollin boutta lap em
this my one flex song gotta have it
and you bugging gotta have it
and i do it outta habit
hillfinger in the post get the rock and i’m backing
and its not my fault serve you up with no racket
and we making them waves like the boy ben h-ssen
how you over here but you popping over there?
how you got this much flow with no hair?
how you dish it out like barack welfare?
how you spit the truth when they talking bout a dare?
how u make a dope song but you never swear?
how you roll around at the party like the floor not there?
yeah they say the boi trash but i really don’t care
got a fleet of boys up at storrs and they right there

[verse 2: tre breezy]
ohh yeah and we boutta blow up
i do it for the squad but they showing no love
you don’t gotta worry you just gotta show trust
i’ve been on my grind yeah i gotta grow up
ohh yeah i said we bout blow up
you got a lot to say but you never spoke up
4 by 4 yeah i’m getting that grub
they thinking that they next but i tell em hold up like
shoutout the boy nutt with the calculation
shoutout the boy doc bout go and save one
shoutout the boy mack thats my favorite asian
shoutout the boy nick yeah thats my day one like woah

[verse 3: kj]
and thats on god
tell me that your vibin with me man your so fraud
at a loss now i’m bossed up you’re girlie finna call up
she know that i ain’t pickin up she double call and follow up
i’m better with the etiquette essentially i’m heaven sent
your begging for a blessing but i’m bearing all my blemishes
i grind to the top and i’m ceo
your lookin all day and ain’t see me tho
i’m climbin too high and the sky ain’t no limit ain’t finished you frantically listen and shiver i’m realer you better take that to the dealer
talking some trash but i spit out a river
dropping a pin take a shot at ur liver
you wouldn’t survive any day that i’m living
living lavish you want me to split it
you’re making me laugh man you gotta be kidding
you never were present not then or the present tense
wouldn’t let you hold the bowl that i’m sitting on

- tre breezy lyrics

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