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hold your breath - 1300 x bet lyrics

(bih)

[hook: atm]
hold your breath when you deep up in the sea, mmm
i got chanel runners my feet stepping in the “c”
spread your wings before you come step up to me, yeah
i keep a small circle for my brothers ima bleed (lets go)

[verse 1: atm]
i take your b*tch i won’t give her back
give her love and respect she be loving that
boy you nothing i’m chill i make fun of that
i just sit back and perfect my craft
boy you a serpent stuck up in the grass
just for all this i done busted my ass
rodeo drive with my bad b*tch hitting goyard blow cash on a bag
i got vanilla cream on the inside of the bentley i’m not tryna brag
we done went to the airbnb got f*cked up we ain’t popping no pills minus that (f*ck that)
yeah i feel like vegeta with all of this anger let it out with my final flash
i’m at the top take the head of the horse
she ride the d*ck like i’m driving a porsche
anywhere you wanna go we can fly of course
keep me ars if you think you the sh*t
i ball you up even on your own court
i’m in the north you get hit with a “bl!ck”
fast and the furious whipping a sport
so nah you can’t f*ck with the clique
808s drummin and thumpin bullets hit your head keep you spinning around till you sick
[verse 2: finesse]
i need that advance in cash
20s add up fat stacks
each hundred rolled up in bags
be ready to dip out the door, don’t lag
yeah yeah i need that advance in cash
each 20 add up fat stacks
each hundred rolled up in the bags
be ready to dip out the door, don’t lag
i said we gotta go..(go)..prepare to give them the smoke
i heard they want some smoke
you was a bro but you folded over a lil hoe, yeah yeah yeah
if you think it’s okay to mess with my lil slimes, no you could get your ass pushed backwards
we’ll just smoke you like a backwood
or we’ll just throw you out like the tobacco
(useless as f*ck)
this sh*t is gross, throw it out like old food but i put on new b*tches like some new clothes
i might f*ck around and wife a bad b*tch up ‘cause she wanna f*ck around and do all my chores aye
she not f*cking ‘round with my bro’s so i don’t gotta worry bout a motha f*cking wh0re
‘causei swear the last one that i had, was evil at heart
to keep my mind dark, i got mcqueen skulls on the scarf
watch where you step, don’t leave footprints on my carpet
i’ma keep stomping all over their neck
if they want war i’ll leave they ass where they started
hit each target with a carbon, yeah
[verse 3: distress]
oo
i could never tell you how to live your life but since i’m here thats what it is yeah
what you wanna know? i speak it to the soul so maybe you could get the message
im tired of these ni**as flexing
you think your hard but you look messy
im with my brothers don’t be reckless
they see me counting up my blessings
leave me lone, gotta think what about what i’m really tryna do right now
i’ve been tryna make a move right now
yeah breath in, breath out, wheezing
i can’t think that easy
eyes all lies deceiving
masked disguised this evening
see the sun down
but you see me grinding, im shining
for a little bit of fun yeah i don’t need no*one talking ‘bout it

[hook: atm]
hold your breath when you deep up in the sea, mmm
i got chanel runners my feet stepping in the “c” mmm
spread your wings before you come step up to me, yeah
i keep a small circle for my brothers ima bleed mmm

bih

- 1300 x bet lyrics

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