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Noodah05 - Breathe lyrics

Artist: Noodah05

album: Level 5


You ain't fuck me good until I ran up my money
They only call my phone when they
Want somethin'
I told twin I wasn't gon' shoot, I went to dumpin'
I told my mama in that dark when I was young, I seen somethin'
Exotic in my lung, hotbox in 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)
Seen a nigga get hit with that blick
That shit had made me soft-spoken
Not enough bitches suckin' dick and always got they mouth open
Noodah, get your shit together or your career is all over
Say them bullets didn't hit him, he must've had four-leaf clover
She ain't tell you, we was fuckin'?
My bad, twin, she should've told you
Glock-10 can kill bears, I know this bitch gon' fold a human
Watch you say hatin' shit in a laughin' way, they got a sense of humor
I'ma smoke a blunt of exotic, while she fuck me to my music
You ain't fuck me good until I ran up my money
They only call my phone when they
Want somethin'
I told twin I wasn't gon' shoot, I went to dumpin'
I told my mama in that dark when I was young, I seen somethin'
Exotic in my lung, hotbox in 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
Ah, beat it up, baby, you is nasty
Freak, kinda classy
Pussy good, she's sassy
And she got on Lanvin
Expensive habit, bad bitch
Too piped for the average, and don't play games like Madden
I won't cuff that bitch if she can't hold it down for gangsters
Yeah, that last year had me hot
Bro, hopped out shootin' that bitch with anger
Can't believe that you got robbed
Went to court, and point your finger
I'm the teacher, call your mama, get your child, I'm finna spank 'em
You ain't fuck me good until I ran up my money
They only call my phone when they
Want somethin'
I told twin I wasn't gon' shoot, I went to dumpin'
I told my mama in that dark when I was young, I seen somethin'
Exotic in my lung, hotbox in 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

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