Fabolous

Fabolous - Breathe lyrics

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Woo!

Woo!

Woo!

Breathe!

[Bridge]

One and then a

Two (two) and then a

Three (three) and then a

Four (four) Then you gotta (breathe)

One and then a

Two (two) and then a

Three (three) and then a

Four (four) Then you gotta (breathe)

Then you gotta [gasp]

Then you gotta [gasp]

[Hook I]

Sure 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 choke holds too tight

The left looks too right

You know what? You right

These bitches can't (breathe)

(Hook II)

Look look, they hearts racin

They start chasin

But I'm so fast when I blow past

That they can't (breathe)

In the presence of the man

Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man

You betta (breathe)

You niggaz can't share my air

Or walk a mile in the pair I wear

And I'm gettin better year by year

Like they say wine do

Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines 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 grabbin they chest

Cuz it's hurtin em to see Fab in his best

And they in they worst

They rather see me lay in a hearse than lay in the bach

And I ain't just layin a verse

I'm sayin the facts

I came back with some sicka stones

That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin on a chicken bone

Every chick I bone

Can't leave the dick alone

So I know

It's one of them everytime I flip my phone

[Bridge]

One and then a

Two (two) and then a

Three (three) and then a

Four (four) Then you gotta (breathe)

One and then a

Two (two) and then a

Three (three) and then a

Four (four) Then you gotta (breathe)

Then you gotta [gasp]

Then you gotta [gasp]

[Hook I]

Sure 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 choke holds too tight

The left looks too right

You know what? You right

These bitches can't (breathe)

(Hook II)

Look look, they hearts racin

They start chasin

But I'm so fast when I blow past

That they can't (breathe)

In the presence of the man

Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man

You betta (breathe)

I see em on the block when I passes

Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es

I make it hard to BREATHE

But I keep the glocks in the stashes

Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us

And make it hard to (breathe)

They has to react

Like havin a asthma attack

When they see the plasma in back

You dudes are wheezin behind me

My flow is like a coupe, breezin at ninety

That's the reason they signed me

It's slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts

Feels somethin like hard punches to the gut

How I address the haters and under estimaters

And ride up on them 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)

[Bridge]

One and then a

Two (two) and then a

Three (three) and then a

Four (four) Then you gotta (breathe)

One and then a

Two (two) and then a

Three (three) and then a

Four (four) Then you gotta (breathe)

Then you gotta [gasp]

Then you gotta [gasp]

[Hook I]

Sure 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 choke holds too tight

The left looks too right

You know what? You right

These bitches can't (breathe)

(Hook II)

Look look, they hearts racin

They start chasin

But I'm so fast when I blow past

That they can't (breathe)

In the presence of the man

Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man

You betta (breathe)

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, for u catch a left

Even worse, catch a Tef

Only way u catch a F

To the A-B, it's in the mayb

Rollin with my baby

Grippin on a toy that you won't find in KayBee

I rhyme slick on ya

They don't have to put the Heimlich on ya

What you know bout lettin dimes lick on ya?

While you inhale the weed

And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed

And it don't stop till I tell em to breathe

Like a doctor with a stethoscope

I don't see no fuckin hope

Unless these motherfuckas (breathe)

Yeah, Brooklyn gotta

Uptown gotta

The Bronx gotta

Queens gotta (breathe)

Staten Isle gotta

You niggas gotta

You bitches gotta

Everybody (breathe)

One and then a

Two (two) and then a

Three (three) and then a

Four (four) then you gotta

Then you gotta...

Then you gotta...

Breathe

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