Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breathe, artist - Fabolous.
Date of issue: 13.10.2016
Song language: English
Breathe |
One and then the two |
Two and then the three |
Three and then the four |
Then you gotta breathe |
One and then the two |
Two and then the three |
Three and then the four |
Then you gotta breathe |
Then you gotta *gasp* |
Then you gotta *gasp* |
Yo, these niggas can’t breathe when I come through |
Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty, man |
It’s not even funny, they can’t (breathe) |
The chokehold’s too tight |
The left looks too right |
You know what, you right |
These bitches can’t (breathe) |
Look look, they hearts racing, they start chasing |
But I’m so fast when I blow past that they can’t (breathe) |
In the presence of the man |
Your future look better than your past if you present with the man |
You better (breathe) |
You niggas can’t share my air |
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear |
And I’m getting better year by year, like they say wine do |
Cops couldn’t smell me if you brought the K-9's through |
And I pace myself |
I know these money-hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth |
But I keep em on a diet |
Embrace they health, or either keep em on the quiet |
And space myself and just take a deep breath |
I got em grabbing they chest |
Cause it’s hurting them to see Fab in his best |
And they in they worst |
They’d rather see me lay in a hearse than lay in the 'Bach |
And I ain’t just laying a verse, I’m saying the facts |
I came back with some sicker stones |
That got these broke niggas looking at me |
Like they choking on a chicken bone |
Every chick I bone can’t leave the dick alone |
So I know it’s one of them every time I flip my phone |
Breathe! |
One and then the two |
Two and then the three |
Three and then the four |
Then you gotta breathe |
One and then the two |
Two and then the three |
Three and then the four |
Then you gotta breathe |
Then you gotta *gasp* |
Then you gotta *gasp* |
Yo, these niggas can’t breathe when I come through |
Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty, man |
It’s not even funny, they can’t (breathe) |
The chokehold’s too tight |
The left looks too right |
You know what, you right |
These bitches can’t (breathe) |
Look look, they hearts racing, they start chasing |
But I’m so fast when I blow past that they can’t (breathe) |
In the presence of the man |
Your future look better than your past if you present with the man |
You better (breathe) |
I see them on the block when I passes |
Looking like they need oxygen mask-es |
I make it hard to (breathe) |
But I keep the Glocks in the stashes |
Cause the cops wanna lock and harass us |
And make it hard to (breathe) |
They has to react, like having an asthma attack |
When they see the plasma in back |
You dudes are wheezing behind me |
My flow is like a coupe, breezing at ninety |
That’s the reason they signed me |
The slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts |
Feels something like hard punches to the gut |
How I address the haters and underestimaters |
And ride up on em like they escalators |
They shook up and hooked up to respirators |
On they last breath talking to investigators |
I’m a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair |
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue |
And then (breathe) |
One and then the two |
Two and then the three |
Three and then the four |
Then you gotta breathe |
One and then the two |
Two and then the three |
Three and then the four |
Then you gotta breathe |
Then you gotta *gasp* |
Then you gotta *gasp* |
Yo these niggas can’t… |
When the crew walk in it, pop a few corks in it |
As quick as a tick in a New York minute |
Catch a breath, 'fore you catch a left |
Even worse, catch a Tef', only way you catch an F |
To the A-B, it’s in the May-B, rolling with my baby |
Gripping on a toy that you won’t find at KB |
I rhyme slick on ya |
They gon' have to put the Heimlich on ya |
What you know bout letting dimes lick on ya |
While you inhale the weed |
And it won’t stop till they inhale your seed |
And it don’t stop till I tell 'em to breathe |
Like a doctor with a stethoscope |
I don’t see no fucking hope |
Unless these motherfuckers breathe |
Yeah, Brooklyn gotta |
Uptown gotta |
The Bronx gotta |
Queens gotta |
Staten Isle gotta |
You niggas gotta |
You bitches gotta |
Everybody (breathe!) |
One and then the two |
Two and then the three |
Three and then the four |
Then you gotta… (breathe) |
Then you gotta… |
Then you gotta… |
Breathe! |