Breezy
Everyday I wake up and say my prayers, but I'm still a sinner (Amen)
Niggas think shit sweet
Until they be the fruit in the blender (Yeah)
My life been goin' good
I been gettin' money, I ain't missed a dinner (Muney)
Been fuckin' on this bitch with big ol' racks
(Let the BandPlay) like Kylie Jenner
Psh, nah, I'm just playin', she rich, but she ain't that rich
But I bet my lil' bitch top model, her young nigga mad rich (Yeah)
Look at my neck, ooh, cold, winter (Ice)
She froze when I dove in her (Froze)
Trap house, nothin' but stoves in 'em (Stoves)
Probably use 'em just for heat while we move these trees
We don't cap rap 'bout no cocaine, we got rich off movin', shh
Man, fuck that, I sold P's (Yeah)
Ain't no secret, they know me
Ain't no secret we got bodies (Yeah)
Young niggas gon' lay in your leaves (Lay up)
Young niggas gon' lay in your bushes (Lay up)
And then we gon' lay in your freak, yeah, yeah
Man, whackin' these boys been a breeze (Whack 'em)
Yeah, yeah, ayy, chasin' these racks been a breeze (Go get it)
Yeah, he talkin' 'bout she hard to get
That bitch was a breeze (What?)
Yeah, that my lil' breezy, make her get sleazy
Told the bitch get on her knees (Lil' freak)
Yeah, she probably be hard on you, but I bet she gon' do it for me
Told the lil' bitch you can't mack, I'm the P
Huh, bitch, I'm from pimp Tennessee
Yeah, I got big racks in the brief case
All this damn money
Now this bitch keep callin' me talkin'
'Bout her period a week late (Haha)
Young nigga worth some millions (M's)
Quit playin', ho, you know I keep it safe (Yeah)
Young nigga keep two pistols (Keep two of 'em)
And you know all I keep Drac' (Draco)
I feel like Birdman, I don't care what I got, I keep Drac' (Yeah)
Ayy, in the club, I go too high, got candles, it's my B-day (On God)
It's PRE for life, my nigga, you can say I'm pre-paid
Might sell your ass a verse or I can serve you off a prepaid (Trap)
I left 'em in the wind, then ran it up, you feel the breeze? (Phew)
I ain't Boyz n the Hood, but bitch, I did this shit with ease
Do you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), ayy
Chasin' these racks been a breeze (Go get it)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), ayy, whackin' these boys been a breeze
Come on, man, you talkin' 'bout she hard to get
That bitch was a breeze (Lil' freak dime)
Ayy, that my lil' breezy, make her get sleazy
Told the bitch get on her knees (Get down)
Yeah, you know you gon' get down
Yeah, niggas gon' get down, they gon' lay down
Yeah, ayy, whackin' these boys been a breeze
Yeah, chasin' these racks been a breeze
Huh, did all this shit with ease
Niggas think shit sweet
Until they be the fruit in the blender (Yeah)
My life been goin' good
I been gettin' money, I ain't missed a dinner (Muney)
Been fuckin' on this bitch with big ol' racks
(Let the BandPlay) like Kylie Jenner
Psh, nah, I'm just playin', she rich, but she ain't that rich
But I bet my lil' bitch top model, her young nigga mad rich (Yeah)
Look at my neck, ooh, cold, winter (Ice)
She froze when I dove in her (Froze)
Trap house, nothin' but stoves in 'em (Stoves)
Probably use 'em just for heat while we move these trees
We don't cap rap 'bout no cocaine, we got rich off movin', shh
Man, fuck that, I sold P's (Yeah)
Ain't no secret, they know me
Ain't no secret we got bodies (Yeah)
Young niggas gon' lay in your leaves (Lay up)
Young niggas gon' lay in your bushes (Lay up)
And then we gon' lay in your freak, yeah, yeah
Man, whackin' these boys been a breeze (Whack 'em)
Yeah, yeah, ayy, chasin' these racks been a breeze (Go get it)
Yeah, he talkin' 'bout she hard to get
That bitch was a breeze (What?)
Yeah, that my lil' breezy, make her get sleazy
Told the bitch get on her knees (Lil' freak)
Yeah, she probably be hard on you, but I bet she gon' do it for me
Told the lil' bitch you can't mack, I'm the P
Huh, bitch, I'm from pimp Tennessee
Yeah, I got big racks in the brief case
All this damn money
Now this bitch keep callin' me talkin'
'Bout her period a week late (Haha)
Young nigga worth some millions (M's)
Quit playin', ho, you know I keep it safe (Yeah)
Young nigga keep two pistols (Keep two of 'em)
And you know all I keep Drac' (Draco)
I feel like Birdman, I don't care what I got, I keep Drac' (Yeah)
Ayy, in the club, I go too high, got candles, it's my B-day (On God)
It's PRE for life, my nigga, you can say I'm pre-paid
Might sell your ass a verse or I can serve you off a prepaid (Trap)
I left 'em in the wind, then ran it up, you feel the breeze? (Phew)
I ain't Boyz n the Hood, but bitch, I did this shit with ease
Do you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), ayy
Chasin' these racks been a breeze (Go get it)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), ayy, whackin' these boys been a breeze
Come on, man, you talkin' 'bout she hard to get
That bitch was a breeze (Lil' freak dime)
Ayy, that my lil' breezy, make her get sleazy
Told the bitch get on her knees (Get down)
Yeah, you know you gon' get down
Yeah, niggas gon' get down, they gon' lay down
Yeah, ayy, whackin' these boys been a breeze
Yeah, chasin' these racks been a breeze
Huh, did all this shit with ease
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Writer(s): Kenneth Greene
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