Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breeze Em Out, artist - Lil Ugly Mane. Date of issue: 10.02.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Breeze Em Out |
| I’m blowing trees to stop these devils from opressing my mental |
| Ugly Mane stay gatted up, armed to the dental |
| Luccini falling from the clouds and the rain is torrential |
| Hit the block fresh cut with the lines on the temple |
| All black leather in the whip is essential |
| Told your bitch fucking with ya is a waste of potential |
| Man she jumped in the shit like you ain’t even exist |
| Now we swerving down the boulevard, flashing my wrist |
| Still serving fiends, got a stash in her tits |
| And the way she give head she a passionate bitch |
| Got that crack money dope flip trap money thread |
| He on the players' side he ain’t taking nothing from me |
| Charge it to the game how a player survive |
| Got the Alpine bumping and we all the way live |
| Man that doja got me numb, yeah, I’m all the way high |
| And if a player says it’s on, he can all the way die |
| If they hate the way you make your paper pull the top back and breeze 'em out |
| killa, b-breeze 'em out |
| And if they clocking on your dollars in your work cock back and breeze 'em out |
| killa, b-breeze 'em out |
| Haters always gonna be up in your face but that’s a part of the chase so throw |
| some fetti up and give 'em a taste |
| And breeze 'em out killa, breeze 'em out |
| Breeze 'em out killa, breeze 'em out |
| I got money on my mind but my mind in the gutter |
| That’s why I’m flipping this work, I gets mine in the gutter |
| No rubberband credit, no Mastercard, Visa, Discover |
| Just lost in the game, another piece of the puzzle |
| I’m spitting butter y’all be garglin' margarine |
| Said «It's hard to be a artist when you caught up in the lawlessness» |
| Fuck 'em all, I’d rather fall to my death than be caught up in the harness |
| So I’m all up in this ghetto carnage trying to get beyond it |
| Go ahead and try, you ain’t stopping my shine |
| Ugly Mane on that hustle, you ain’t knocking my grind |
| It’s me against the world like Pac in his prime |
| So I breeze 'em all out, what’s poppin' tonight? |
| You like that Coach bag girl, you like that thang do ya? |
| You like my Boss swag, yeah you like my big jewelry |
| They be staring at us tryna make it do something |
| We just breeze 'em out, they ain’t really want nothing |