Fabolous — Breathe
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Breathe Fabolous01:59
Текст песни: Breathe
[Intro] Breathe, oh Woo, woo, woo! Breathe [Refrain] One and then the two (Two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) One and then the two (Oh, two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) Then you gotta (gasp) then you gotta (gasp) [Chorus] Yo, these niggas can't breathe when I come through, Hum 2 Some shoes, gotta be twenty man, it's not even funny They can't (Breathe) the chokehold's too tight The left looks too right, you know what? You right These bitches can't (Breathe) look, look, they hearts racing They start chasing, but I'm so fast, when I blow past That they can't (Breathe) in the presence of the man Your future look better than your past if you present with the man You better (Breathe) [Verse 1] You niggas can't share my air Or walk a mile in the pair I wear And I'm getting better year by year, like they say wine do Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the K9's through And I pace myself I know these money-hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth But I keep 'em on a diet Embrace they health, or either keep 'em on the quiet And space myself and just take a deep breath I got 'em grabbing they chest Cause it's hurting them to see Fab in his best And they in they worst They'd rather see me lay in a hearse than lay in the 'Bach And I ain't just laying a verse, I'm saying the facts I came back with some sicker stones That got these broke niggas looking at me Like they choking on a chicken bone Every chick I bone can't leave the dick alone So I know it's one of them every time I flip my phone Breathe! [Refrain] One and then the two (Oh, two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) One and then the two (Two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) One and then the two (Oh, two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) Then you gotta (gasp) then you gotta (gasp) [Chorus] Yo, these niggas can't breathe when I come through, Hum 2 Some shoes, gotta be twenty man, it's not even funny They can't (Breathe) the chokehold's too tight The left looks too right, you know what? You right These bitches can't (Breathe) look, look, they hearts racing They start chasing, but I'm so fast, when I blow past That they can't (Breathe) in the presence of the man Your future look better than your past if you present with the man You better (Breathe) [Verse 2] I see them on the block when I passes Looking like they need oxygen mask-es I make it hard to (Breathe) but I keep the Glocks in the stashes Cause the cops wanna lock and harass us And make it hard to (Breathe) they has to react Like having an asthma attack, when they see the plasma in back You dudes are wheezing behind me My flow is like a coupe breezing at 90 That's the reason they signed me The slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts Feels something like hard punches to the gut How I address the haters and underestimaters And ride up on 'em like they escalators They shook up and hooked up to respirators On they last breath talking to investigators I'm a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair Face it boo and do it 'til your face get blue And then (Breathe) [Refrain] One and then the two (Oh, two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) One and then the two (Two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) One and then the two (Oh, two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) Then you gotta (gasp) then you gotta (gasp) [Verse 3] Yo these niggas can't (Breathe) when the crew walk in it Pop a few corks in it, as quick as a tick in a New York minute Catch a breath 'fore you catch a left, even worse, catch a Tef' Only way you catch an F, to the A-B It's in the May-B, rolling with my baby Gripping on a toy that you won't find at KB I rhyme slick on ya, they gon' have to put the Heimlich on ya What you know bout letting dimes lick on ya While you inhale the weed? And it won't stop 'Til they inhale your seed, and it don't stop 'Til I tell 'em to breathe like a doctor with a stethoscope I don't see no fucking hope, unless these motherfuckers (Breathe) [Outro] Yeah, Brooklyn gotta (Oh) Uptown gotta The Bronx gotta, Queens gotta (Breathe) Staten Island gotta, you niggas gotta You bitches gotta, everybody (Breathe) One and then the two (Oh, two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) Then you gotta, then you gotta Breathe!
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