Fabolous - Breathe Lyrics

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Woo woo woo

Breathe

One and then a

Two and then a

(two)

Three and then a

(three)

Four then you gotta

(four breathe)

One and then a

Two and then a

(two)

Three and then a

(three)

Four then you gotta

(four breathe)

Then you gotta

Then you gotta

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)

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

One and then a

Two and then a

(two)

Three and then a

(three)

Four then you gotta

(four breathe)

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One and then a

Two and then a

(two)

Three and then a

(three)

Four then you gotta

(four breathe)

Then you gotta

Then you gotta

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)

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 masks

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)

One and then a

Two and then a

(two)

Three and then a

(three)

Four then you gotta

(four breathe)

One and then a

Two and then a

(two)

Three and then a

(three)

Four then you gotta

(four breathe)

Then you gotta

Then you gotta

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)

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 you catch a left

Even worse catch a tef

Only way u catch a f

To the a-b it's in the may be

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 and then a

(two)

Three and then a

(three)

Four then you gotta

(four)

Then you gotta

Then you gotta breathe

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