Drop that top
I let out smoke
I'm in my zone and I can't breathe
I got bitches on my dick
They wanna stay I make 'em leave
I just drunk a pint a Wockhardt
Got me fightin' in my sleep
I just f*cked my bitch so good
She screamed my name
I made her pee
Spend a dub on my wrist (yeah)
Rich as a bitch (yeah)
Margiela my fit (yeah, yeah)
Hard as a brick (yeah)
I pop all my shit (yeah)
I sign her tits (uh)
I got it lit (yeah)
I got his bitch (uh)
I smoke blunts that make your head hurt (yuh)
Bitch I grind for this money put in leg work (yeah)
Got a hundred round drum make your head burst (bah)
When I jumped up in these streets I went head first
I got way too many crimes in my head goin' on
I got thirty thousand by the bed all alone
Let this nigga try Bet he not gon' make it home
Checkin for me baby Want to see ya wit' nothin' on
She got her, her own bag that's the shit that turn me on
I got too much money in my pocket, what you on?
Hit her one time and then I'm gone
Hit her two times, she keep blowin up my phone
I got fifty thousand in my safe, bitch I'm growin'
He ain't got no money, call him Rodger Go Home
I know niggas want me dead so I'm slidin' with that chrome
Drop that top
I let out smoke
I'm in my zone and I can't breathe
I got bitches on my dick
They wanna stay I make 'em leave
I just drunk a pint of Wockhardt
Got me fightin' in my sleep
I just f*cked my bitch so good
She screamed my name
I made her pee
Spend a dub on my wrist (yeah)
Rich as a bitch (yeah)
Margiela my fit (yeah, yeah)
Hard as a brick (yeah)
I pop all my shit (yeah)
I sign her tits (uh)
I got it lit (yeah)
I got his bitch (uh)
D. Savage - Breathe Lyrics
D. Savage - Breathe Lyrics
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Drop that top
I let out smoke
I'm in my zone and I can't breathe
I got bitches on my dick
They wanna stay I make 'em leave
I just drunk a pint a Wockhardt
Got me fightin' in my sleep
I just f*cked my bitch so good
She screamed my name
I made her pee
Spend a dub on my wrist (yeah)
Rich as a bitch (yeah)
Margiela my fit (yeah, yeah)
Hard as a brick (yeah)
I pop all my shit (yeah)
I sign her tits (uh)
I got it lit (yeah)
I got his bitch (uh)
I smoke blunts that make your head hurt (yuh)
Bitch I grind for this money put in leg work (yeah)
Got a hundred round drum make your head burst (bah)
When I jumped up in these streets I went head first
I got way too many crimes in my head goin' on
I got thirty thousand by the bed all alone
Let this nigga try Bet he not gon' make it home
Checkin for me baby Want to see ya wit' nothin' on
She got her, her own bag that's the shit that turn me on
I got too much money in my pocket, what you on?
Hit her one time and then I'm gone
Hit her two times, she keep blowin up my phone
I got fifty thousand in my safe, bitch I'm growin'
He ain't got no money, call him Rodger Go Home
I know niggas want me dead so I'm slidin' with that chrome
Drop that top
I let out smoke
I'm in my zone and I can't breathe
I got bitches on my dick
They wanna stay I make 'em leave
I just drunk a pint of Wockhardt
Got me fightin' in my sleep
I just f*cked my bitch so good
She screamed my name
I made her pee
Spend a dub on my wrist (yeah)
Rich as a bitch (yeah)
Margiela my fit (yeah, yeah)
Hard as a brick (yeah)
I pop all my shit (yeah)
I sign her tits (uh)
I got it lit (yeah)
I got his bitch (uh)
I let out smoke
I'm in my zone and I can't breathe
I got bitches on my dick
They wanna stay I make 'em leave
I just drunk a pint a Wockhardt
Got me fightin' in my sleep
I just f*cked my bitch so good
She screamed my name
I made her pee
Spend a dub on my wrist (yeah)
Rich as a bitch (yeah)
Margiela my fit (yeah, yeah)
Hard as a brick (yeah)
I pop all my shit (yeah)
I sign her tits (uh)
I got it lit (yeah)
I got his bitch (uh)
I smoke blunts that make your head hurt (yuh)
Bitch I grind for this money put in leg work (yeah)
Got a hundred round drum make your head burst (bah)
When I jumped up in these streets I went head first
I got way too many crimes in my head goin' on
I got thirty thousand by the bed all alone
Let this nigga try Bet he not gon' make it home
Checkin for me baby Want to see ya wit' nothin' on
She got her, her own bag that's the shit that turn me on
I got too much money in my pocket, what you on?
Hit her one time and then I'm gone
Hit her two times, she keep blowin up my phone
I got fifty thousand in my safe, bitch I'm growin'
He ain't got no money, call him Rodger Go Home
I know niggas want me dead so I'm slidin' with that chrome
Drop that top
I let out smoke
I'm in my zone and I can't breathe
I got bitches on my dick
They wanna stay I make 'em leave
I just drunk a pint of Wockhardt
Got me fightin' in my sleep
I just f*cked my bitch so good
She screamed my name
I made her pee
Spend a dub on my wrist (yeah)
Rich as a bitch (yeah)
Margiela my fit (yeah, yeah)
Hard as a brick (yeah)
I pop all my shit (yeah)
I sign her tits (uh)
I got it lit (yeah)
I got his bitch (uh)
Writer: Dylan McCord
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC