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Breathe Lyrics by Noodah05, from the album “Level“, music has been produced by Section 8 & Chi Chi, and Breathe song lyrics are penned down by Noodah05.

Breathe Lyrics

(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
(What’s happenin’, Chi Chi?)
The biggest

You ain’t fuck me good until I ranned up my money, yeah (Breathe)
They only call my phone when they want somethin’, huh (Breathe)
I told twin I wasn’t gon’ shoot, I went to dumpin’ (My bad, breathe)
I told mama in that dark when I was young, I seen somethin’ (I did, breathe)
Exotic in my lungs, hotbox the 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)

Seein’ a nigga get hit with that blick, that shit had me soft-spoken
Gotta know 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 a 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 who say hatin’ shit in a laughing way, they got a sense of humor
I’ma smoke a blunt of exotic while she fuck me to my music

Yeah, you ain’t fuck me good until I ranned up my money, yeah (Breathe)
They only call my phone when they want somethin’, huh (Breathe)
I told twin I wasn’t gon’ shoot, I went to dumpin’ (My bad, breathe)
I told mama in that dark when I was young, I seen somethin’ (I did, breathe)
Exotic in my lungs, hotbox the 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)

Uh-uh, beat it up, baby, you is nasty
Freak, kinda classy, pussy good, she sassy
And she got on Lanvins, expensive habit, bad bitch
Too piped for the average, 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, then went in court and point your finger (Bitch)
[?] should call your mama, “Get your child, I’m finna spank him”

Yeah, you ain’t fuck me good until I ranned up my money, yeah (Breathe)
They only call my phone when they want somethin’, huh (Breathe)
I told twin I wasn’t gon’ shoot, I went to dumpin’ (My bad, breathe)
I told mama in that dark when I was young, I seen somethin’ (I did, breathe)
Exotic in my lungs, hotbox the 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)


SONG INFO:

Song: Breathe
Artist: Noodah05
Album: Level (2022)
Music: Section 8 & Chi Chi
Lyrics: Noodah05



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