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INTERPRÉTATION
Action Bronson
Action Bronson
Chant
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
D. Wimbley
D. Wimbley
Paroles/Composition
Kurt Walker
Kurt Walker
Paroles/Composition
Mark Morales
Mark Morales
Paroles/Composition
Rory William Quigley
Rory William Quigley
Paroles/Composition
Ariyan Arslani
Ariyan Arslani
Paroles/Composition
Darren Robinson
Darren Robinson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Antoine Rotondo
Antoine Rotondo
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Dimitri Condax
Dimitri Condax
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Production
Daniel Rowland
Daniel Rowland
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Like the way it sounds, Fraudy? Uh, yeah, yeah Just let me breathe for a minute, man Just let me breathe Just let me breathe for a minute, man (You already know it's me, man) Just let me breathe for a minute (You already know it's me) Just let me breathe It's too hot, drop the top off the wagon Lay back, blowing fire like dragon (Poof!) Man, I'm flying past Saturn (Uh) Fuck outta here like I ain't that savage (No, no, no, no) Two uzis and a rifle It's like I'm at the studio with Michael (Michael Jackson) You can hear me dancing on the beat Bam Bam 'bout to put a mansion on the beach, uh Hundred Latins in your lobby That's what happens when you fuck around with Body, uh And I put that on my mami (It's on my mami) I would never give my heart to a thotty If I could just make a dance that goes with this song Then I'ma be on Basic bitches gon' dance to it (everywhere) Basic bitches everywhere gon' dance to it (everywhere) Just let me breathe for a minute Just let me breathe for a minute, uh Just let me breathe for a minute White Range Rover, blowing trees all in it Just let me breathe for a minute Just let me breathe for a minute, man Just let me breathe for a minute White Range Rover, blowing trees all in it You got a fat ass, baby, shake that shit Shake that shit Shake that shit You got a fat ass, baby, shake that shit Shake that shit Shake it I got two shows, I'm about to pitch another Throwing alley oops to my brothers (Curry!) We all shine, nobody victims Armani sweatsuit pimping Black Pippens I swag different That's why the money in the bag different (different) Come up short, you'll have your motherfucking fam missing I lay on beaches and swerve in whips You ain't serving shit, you just an urban myth Every day get fleek Riding around Queens on a jetski, it's me (You know it's me!) Every day get high 'Til the day I die Every day get high Man I roll that shit And I smoke that shit Honey bouncing up and down She nearly broke my dick (my dick) She nearly broke my dick (my dick, my dick) Just let me breathe for a minute Just let me breathe for a minute, uh Just let me breathe for a minute White Range Rover, blowing trees all in it Just let me breathe for a minute Just let me breathe for a minute, man Just let me breathe for a minute White Range Rover, blowing trees all in it
Writer(s): Mark Morales, Darren Robinson, Damon Yul Wimbley, Kurt Walker, Rory William Quigley, Ariyan Arslani Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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