Light Breeze

Ayy, light breeze (light breeze)
Sunroof back, yeah, A-C (whoa, whoa)
Yeah, riding through the light, yeah, light speed
Yeah, lil' mama sweet, she a sweet tea (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, lil' ma elite like first team (ayy)
Lil' ma got game, flirting, wet, yeah, surfing (whoa, whoa)
I knew I was fly when I was 13, yeah, yeah
I knew I was fresh when I, when I put it on (yeah)

She don't like boys, but, yeah, I turn her on
She don't like noise, but, yeah, I turn her up (yeah, yeah)
She don't like toys, but she got in the 'Vette with me (yeah)
She don't like to fuck, but she like having sex with me (ayy)

Sliding through the streets smoking cookies (yeah), I'm on Sesame (ayy)
Know your last nigga was a rookie, I'm a big dog (ayy)
Big chain, Rick Ross, Maybach, get lost
Swagoo sauce, yeah, water like VOSS, yeah

She know I'm hard body, these niggas soft, yeah
She know if I'm pulling up, that's gon' cost (ayy)
She know I'm real, real, for real, no imposter (ayy)
Me and lil' ma in the whip having a concert (yeah)

I got 30 thousand, all blues on my console (yeah)
Head down, holding up her hair, Rapunzel (ayy)
White buffs, she knows I ball, Lonzo
She gon' pull up when I call, pronto (ayy)

My bitch so bad, fuck a dime, she's a dub (yeah)
Sliding through the light with my gun and my cup, yeah
We be making love, but she likes it rough, yeah
She know I'm a thug, so I'ma beat it, beat it
Sliding in the skrrt, you gon' hear it before you see it
Ayy, sunroof back, yeah, playing Jon B, yeah
Yeah, sliding with a diva
Tint so dark, can't see, John Cena (yeah, yeah, yeah)

All you can see is a light breeze (light breeze)
Yeah, sunroof back, yeah, A-C (whoa, whoa)
Yeah, riding through the light, yeah, light speed
Yeah, lil' mama sweet, she a sweet tea (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, lil' ma elite like first team (ayy)
Lil' ma got game, flirting, wet, yeah, surfing (whoa, whoa)
I knew I was fly when I was 13, yeah, yeah
I knew I was fresh when I, when I put it on (yeah)

She don't like boys, but, yeah, I turn her on
She don't like noise, but, yeah, I turn her up (yeah, yeah)
She don't like toys, but she got in the 'Vette with me (yeah)
She don't like to fuck, but she like having sex with me

Ayy, my bitch so bad, fuck a dime, she's a dub, yeah
Sliding through the light with my gun and my cup, yeah
We be making love, but she like it rough, yeah
She know I'm a thug, so I'ma beat it, beat it
Sliding in the skrrt, you gon' hear it before you see it
Ayy, sunroof back, yeah, playing Jon B
Yeah, sliding with a diva
Tint so dark, can't see, John Cena

All you can feel is a light breeze



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Hicks, Kalan Montgomery, Danny Snodgrass, Isaiah Valmont, Henry Lother Nichols
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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