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breezy - kenny muney lyrics

[verse 1]
everyday i wake up and say my prayers, but i’m still a sinner (amen)
you n*ggas think sh*t sweet until they be the fruit in the blender (yeah)
my life been goin’ good, i been gettin’ money, i ain’t missed a dinner (muney)
been f*ckin’ on this b*tch with big ol’ racks (let the bandplay) like kylie jenner
psh, nah, i’m just playin’, she rich, but she ain’t that rich
but i been my lil’ b*tch top model, her young n*gga mad rich (yeah)
look at my neck, ooh, cold, winter (ice)
she froze when i dove in her (froze)
trap house, nothin’ but stoves in ’em (stoves)
probably usе ’em just for heat while wе move these trees
we don’t cap rap ’bout no cocaine, we got rich off movin’, shh
man, f*ck that, i sold p’s (yeah)
ain’t no secret, they know me
ain’t no secret we got bodies (yeah)
young n*ggas gon’ lay in your leaves (lay up)
young n*ggas gon’ lay in your bushes (lay up)
and then we gon’ lay in your freak, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
man, whackin’ these boys been a breeze (whack ’em)
yeah, yeah, ayy, chasin’ these racks been a breeze (go get it)
yeah, he talkin’ ’bout she hard to get, that b*tch was a breeze (what?)
yeah, that lil’ my breezy, make her get sleazy, told the b*tch get on her knees (lil’ freak)

[verse 2]
yeah, she probably be hard on you, but i bet she gon’ do it for me
told the lil’ b*tch you can’t mack, i’m the p
huh, b*tch, i’m from pimp tennessee
yeah, i got big racks in the brief case
all this d*mn money, now this b*tch keep callin’ me talkin’ ’bout her period a week late (haha)
young n*gga worth some millions (m’s)
quit playin’, ho, you know i keep it safe (yeah)
young n*gga keep two pistols (keep two of ’em)
and you know all i keep drac’ (draco)
i feel like birdman, i don’t care what i got, i keep drac’ (yeah)
ayy, in the club, i go too high, got candles, it’s my b*day (on god)
it’s pre for life, my n*gga, you can say i’m pre*paid
might sell your ass a verse or i can serve you off a prepaid (trap)
i left ’em in the wind, then ran it up, you feel the breeze? (phew)
i ain’t boyz n the hood, but b*tch, i did this sh*t with ease
do you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? (yeah)
[outro]
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), ayy, chasin’ these racks been a breeze (go get it)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), ayy, whackin’ these boys been a breeze
come on, man, you talkin’ ’bout she hard to get, that b*tch was a breeze (lil’ freak dime)
ayy, that lil’ my breezy, make her get sleazy, told the b*tch get on her knees (get down)
yeah, you know you gon’ get down
yeah, n*ggas gon’ get down, they gon’ lay down
yeah, ayy, whackin’ these boys been a breeze
yeah, chasin’ these racks been a breeze
huh, did all this sh*t with ease

- kenny muney lyrics

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