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Breathe Songtext
von MJG

Breathe Songtext

I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe

Breathe
Breathe

Breathe

I make your head bob, waist twist
Everybody in this place get up

Let me see you move
Doing what you free to do

Drinks up, ′bout to toast


Put them haters out the door
I see a gal about to go
Wait, hold up, she's about to blow

Pimp tight, pimp chain
Twenty-three inches on my Impala

Put her in the backseat, strap up, wrap up
Make her holler holler holler

Money making, record breaking
Full speed ahead while the rest is chasin′
Space age, moving quickly

See if you can catch up with me
Dug it down, fresh fresh
Keep it pimpin', yes yes
I'm leaving with the girl with the brains, money
Big ol′ booty with the blessed chest
Try my best to stay the same
Even though some of y′all change
Switched to a whole 'nother ballgame
Have a nigga feeling like "aw, man"
Keep it real, keep it right


Keep it juicy, keep it tight
If you keep it like I want you to
I′ll let you keep it twice
I can make your eyes buzz
Freeze you like a freeze pop
All you can say is "he's hot"
Breathe, stop

Breathe, stop

I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe

I make a nigga breathe

I make a nigga breathe

I make a nigga breathe

DJ, run it back
Put the needle back on the beginning of the record
Ooh wee, pop the Patron

Let′s see what we got goin' on
It′s too much money to be made
Why you playing?
Get off the couch
Get out the house
Get out the doubt
Like the shit out your mouth

I'm the shit out the South
I'm the one with the flow
The one with the beats
I′m a cold motherfucker but the one with the heat
I marry the track, fall in love
Curl up with it, come one with the beat
I′m the one with the seat, kick back
Talk about all day, get that dough

And you ain't even gotta get your hands dirty, young pimp
Get off the game, get on the hoe
Big thangs all the time
Always keep it extra large
Extra money, extra houses
Extra bitches, extra cars
Pimp tight, watch me do it
With that do it to it fluid
OG, that be me

But I hit you with the new

The sickest, illest, realest flows

You know how the business goes
I pimp so hard I make my competition wanna kill his hoe
I′m double overtime
Motherfucker, what you chilling for?
Get down on the grind
As if the fucking ceiling low

I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe, stop
I make a nigga breathe

I make a nigga breathe

I make a nigga breathe

I make a nigga breathe

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