Lyrics Ventilation - Tito Lopez

Two door Bugatti Coupe, I call it Katy Perry
Hold up, that′s Rozay flow, do it low say ho, I'm much more scary
So very, intrigued
Young boy, indeed
Don′t blame you, ashamed you took so long getting up to speed
Sit back relax and breathe
I got that ventilation
Making love to my words, lyrical penetration
Classic shit in the making
And I ain't asking, I'm taking
Put my foot down and now the ground is like actually shaking
Chrome Versace′s, or Bugatti′s it's all about the cars
She like imma′ shine big boy you got it, won't you make me a star?
Back when a nigga had a VCR, hoes wouldn′t give me the time of day
With Blue Ray and DVR, now all of the sudden they got time to stay
Trying to play, cops and robbers
Excuse me if I slobber, your outfit make me wanna holler, Mr. Love a man like?
Don't trick for treats, but if you sweet then I might spend some dollars
And I′m on that yellow brick road, I'm throwed, come and follow, holler

Sit back relax and breathe, I got that ventilation
Making love to my words, lyrical penetration
Lyrical penetration
Making love to my words, lyrical penetration
Sit back relax and breathe, I got that ventilation
Making love to my words, lyrical penetration
Lyrical penetration
Making love to my words, lyrical penetration

Ya'll hoes gotta understand, no I am not your man
You late, I already ate, I don′t wanna date and I′m not finna' hold your hand
And I′m not finna' pay your bills, and I can′t take care of your kids
How the hell I treat you like a ho bitch, if that's what you is
I just handles my biz, anything that′s with B.E
You in C.I.V.I.L.I.Z.E.D
And if you know me it's G.P.T., till I go do a show with O.D.B
Send shots at moi niggas see, see me these boys ain't hot, just wanna be G
Got that meat and some potatoes, baby come season me
Got me sounding like a heathen, man this ain′t even me
I′m just to easily used to bitches deceiving me
And if you believe in me, put one in the air and breathe with me