BREATHE lyrics

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Yuh
Score a pint, lets pour a 4
Grab a Sprite, put Tris in a 2 liter
I just ashed on my new Rick Owen
Out of sight with the drip on a new meter
If she fly, I might just put her on
I fall asleep in Dior, Saint Laurent
I’m turning nothin to gold
I put some mileage on the finest hoe
I’m just profilin, she know how it go
She say I’m stylish, mixin' all my clothes up
And that b*tch darkskin like some Folgers
When I was in school, I ain’t have no folder
How you got tell me something that I told ya?
I’m sippin' syrup, I don’t got no cold though
Helmut Lang jacket on, but its not cold though
My b*tch got baggage, I hold that b*tch close though
These boys some- askin' what I got on
They like my pictures I don’t еven post though
Rick Owens stitches on stitchеs don’t post em'
Yeah I got b*tches on b*tches don’t post em'
Bro got a switch on his blick, he don’t post it
She suck my di*k, seen my name on a poster
She like “I'm surprised you make music, when I’m around you, you ain’t very vocal”
I’m surprised the lil b*tch don’t make music
When I’m around her, she know how to throat sum
I hop on the beat and abuse it
This sh*t like pills, you might as well throat sum
I dunk on a b*tch like Shai Gilgeous
n*ggas my children, might as well enroll someone