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Gunna - let it breathe (feat. Roddy Ricch) [Official Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amman Moosa Nurani
Amman Moosa Nurani
Songwriter
Harrison Song
Harrison Song
Songwriter
Kenneth Redfield, Jr
Kenneth Redfield, Jr
Songwriter
Roderick Wayne Moore, Jr.
Roderick Wayne Moore, Jr.
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harrison Song
Harrison Song
Producer
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Engineer
Evrgrn
Evrgrn
Producer
Kenny Stuntin
Kenny Stuntin
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah Grind, applyin' pressure in a hard way Mind over matter when the war came I was blinded by that light, now I see everything Don't mind giving advice, but I can't sell a dream Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (oh) I'm still waitin' on my moment, give a damn about my opponent Got some M's and teleported, I secure my needs Flyin' all 'cross the border, watch me spread my wings Thankful for my mother and for pops plantin' the seed Half the time a war start from envious and greed Every time I rock a show, my fans don't wanna leave Workin' out in boxin' mode, we trainin', we like Creed We trainin', we like Creed (trainin', we like Creed) Oh-oh Pop a few, I'm geekin' on shrooms (shrooms) Call your bitch, tell her link, she comin' through (yeah) I'm healin' up, but my insides still bruised (still bruised) Just hold ten, I'm just startin' to get a groove (yeah) Bought some Perc' tens for my man, I took two (I took two) These niggas real hoes and they talk more than the news (yeah) I'm a big dog and these lil' niggas is poodles Chasin' big racks, I ain't worried 'bout who's who Grind, applyin' pressure in a hard way Mind over matter when the war came I was blinded by that light, now I see everything Don't mind giving advice, but I can't sell a dream Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (oh) Lately, I've been slow to speak, still stay out they reach Contemplatin' my sins, I'm pacing, I been losing sleep The AC blastin', my tires all screech Plottin' on grindin', I've been curvin' all the speeds Still movin' on my 'lone 'cause it's hard to trust (Movin' on my 'lone 'cause it's hard to trust) I showed you real love, you ain't have to stab me in my back, it was only us Fuck 'em, I went black card Biggest yachty on the dock Play my role and Maybach, Double-R, I ghost 'em all Quick to follow protocol Might get them folks involved Flirtin' with Promethazine, sippin' had me dozin' off Even though the paper straight I'ma chase a billion, I remember comin' out Section 8 Now I got expensive taste Take your bitch and levitate her Just hit the Miami island house, my room got elevator I ain't been havin' time, I'm on my grind, it's all fate Grind, applyin' pressure in a hard way (it's all fate) Mind over matter when the war came I was blinded by that light, now I see everything Don't mind giving advice, but I can't sell a dream Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (oh)
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