| Wake up, nigga
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| I got a plan
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| Uh, uh
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| First nigga out my hood, I can’t explain the feeling
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| And we came from poverty, I can’t explain the feeling
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| And I’m tired of losin' friends, I ain’t got too many livin'
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| Get my family out the hood, that’s my only mission
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| And I got that drip just like Hugh Hefner, got too many bitches
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| I’m so tight with that money and my fingers itchin'
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| I love my block 'cause I got love for my mains
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| Jump in the car, then just go thug with my fans
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| The police caught me with some drugs in my hand
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| Heart been scarred, I ain’t got love for no man
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| Pull that Bentley out and drop the coupe on that bitch, yeah
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| Catch a breeze, I ain’t got no roof on that bitch, yeah
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| I’ma get this money out the streets until we rich, yeah
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| Yeah, go tell my dawg I got a plan
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| A hundred bands on the new coupe, it came with autostart
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| This bitch look like a Transformer, I’m talkin' Autobot
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| Got a bougie bitch and she gon' fuck me for a diamond watch
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| How the fuck you switch up on your day one? |
| Streets grimy, huh?
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| I’m presidential, I pull up in Tahoe, limo tint
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| If she wanna hang out with the gang, gotta suck a lil' more dick
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| And I’m tryna blow up a lil' more bit, I ain’t shit on these niggas enough
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| Tryna shine where the sun don’t beam like a diamond in the rough
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| Got niggas servin' cocaine like it’s Snow on tha Bluff
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| I could teach you how to come up from nothin', might come through stuntin'
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| Pull that Bentley out and drop the coupe on that bitch, yeah
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| Catch a breeze, I ain’t got no roof on that bitch, yeah
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| I’ma get this money out the streets until we rich, yeah
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| Yeah, go tell my dawg
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| Put them new Forgis on that 'Vette, you know I’m known for switchin' cars
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| And I’m drinkin' 1942, we could shoot it out like civil war
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| And I told Michelle that I’m gon' stop but I might pop a seal tomorrow
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| Free my brother out them bars, I’m yellin' fuck the law
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| And I ain’t stoppin' for no police, they shoot us down for no reason
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| Told me get my ID, now you say I’m reachin'
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| Where I’m from, it’s killer season, call the plumber, left 'em leakin'
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| I can’t take no shorts, you know I gotta feed my son and nieces
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| First nigga out my hood, I can’t explain that feeling
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| We came from two different hoods, so I can see why you don’t feel it
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| Got this pistol on my hip so you can see I ain’t conceal it
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| Drop the top even when it’s windy, this what I gotta do
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| Pull that Bentley out and drop the coupe on that bitch, yeah
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| Catch a breeze, I ain’t got no roof on that bitch, yeah
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| I’ma get this money out the streets until we rich, yeah
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| Pull that Bentley out and drop the coupe on that bitch, yeah
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| Catch a breeze, I ain’t got no roof on that bitch, yeah
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| I’ma get this money out the streets until we rich, yeah
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| Go tell my dawg I got a plan
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| Go tell my dawg I got a plan
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| You know we dreamin' 'round this way, nigga (Go tell my dawg I got a plan)
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| Everybody got visions, nigga (I ain’t got no roof on that bitch, yeah)
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| Drop the motherfuckin' top, ride through the city (I'ma get this money out the
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| streets)
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| Think about how we could make a million
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| Lemme get ad-lib |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Catch A Breeze , by - Yung Bleu. Song from the album Bleu Vandross 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп