paroles de chanson BREATHIN' (feat. P Money) - P Money , Ocean Wisdom
Check
Yeah
Whoa
Uh
Yeah,
look
Hold
my
weed,
control
my
breathin'
I
just
rolled
one,
up
this
evening
Is
about
a
half
11,
see
the
smoke
all
on
the
ceiling
Need
a
fee
to
leave
the
dwelling
20K
or
I'm
not
leaving
They
want
me
on
2 a.m
They
better
get
the
fucking
Ps
in
Time
to
let
the
wifey
says
"I
made
you
chili"
Go
reheat
it,
I
just
pulled
that
face,
you
pull
When
you
feel
lazy
and
defeated
I
was
like,
I
beg
you
do
it
Top
gears
on,
a
brand-new
season
Plus,
I
hurt
my
foot
on
stage
I
couldn't
make
it
to
the
freezer
And
not
only
that,
you
know
that
I
rap
I
pay
for
this
flat,
go
get
me
a
snack
She
gave
me
a
slap,
said
don't
be
a
twat
We
giggle
and
that,
I
stay
where
I'm
sat
She
get
up
and
does
it,
like
is
this
what
love
is?
I
know
that
I'm
rubbish,
I
secretly
love
it
She
bring
me
a
pasta,
Evian
I'm
glugging
I
stick
on
Joe
Rogan,
ca'
you
won't
find
me
clubbing
Ca'
I'm
at
the
summit,
I
did
it
and
done
it
You
niggas
can
suck
it,
you
jealous
I
run
it
I'll
come
where
ya
drum,
and
do
something
thuggish
I
run
in
and
cuss,
ca'
he
ain't
on
nothing
My
flavours
are
lushin',
my
neighbours
are
Russian
The
gyaldem
are
blushing,
my
trainers
are
custom
You
wanna
talk
tough,
and
you
know
I'm
a
glutton
I
order
the
beef
and
it
deaded
discussions
Clinical
with
it,
I
scribble
the
lyric
I
dribble,
I
spit
it,
I
bill
it
and
lit
it
This
fire,
you
feel
it?
I
feel
it,
I
feel
to
be
liable
To
kill
it,
I'm
raw,
and
I'm
ruckus
I
run
up
and
buck
'em
A
couple
nun
chucks,
is
high
when
you
swing
it
A
samurai
sword,
and
a
star,
I'ma
fling
it
I
mean
it,
I'm
innit,
I'm
cold
with
it,
innit?
Hold
my
weed,
control
my
breathin'
I
just
rolled
one
up
this
evening
Is
a
pack
of
mac,
I'm
gassed
I
pack
a
bag
and
get
to
leanin'
Is
a
fact
ca'
junky
fat
Ca'
I'm
sippin'
goose,
not
scrumpy
jack
Ca'
I
sit
and
do
my
drunky
flat
Like
how
I'd
get
this
of
off
rap
I
rap
this
jewelry
hit
the
floor
Is
he
alive?
I
can't
be
sure
I
can't
be
right,
kicking
on
left
Hooking
on
pussies
anymore
I
ran
the
light,
I
went
to
court
I
stood
there
calm,
I'm
not
distraught
You
saw
the
M,
you
saw
the
sport
Don't
ask
me
why,
it's
what
you
thought
Hold
my
weed,
control
my
breathin'
I
just
rolled
one
up
this
evening
Hold
my
weed,
control
my
breathin'
I
just
rolled
one
up
this
evening
(yeah)
Hold
my
weed,
control
my
breathin'
I
just
rolled
one
up
this
evening
(yo)
Hold
my
weed,
control
my
breathin'
I
just
rolled
one
up
this
evening
(uh)
Who
can
top
I?
Tool
in
my
hand
I'm
not
nice
One
eye
closed
with
smoke,
I'm
Popeye
Tracksuits,
but
I
got
mob
ties
Never
wear
top
man,
but
I
wear
top
guys
Doing
up
Virgil
before
Virgil
Racks
in
the
shoe
box,
made
money
off-white
Behind
enemy
lines,
I'm
offside
Up
in
this
city,
you'll
find
in
the
melody
I
got
the
bare
cold,
p
what
you
telling
me
Went
to
the
club,
had
to
find
me
your
melody
She
keep
on
tellin'
me,
she
robbing
energies
She
got
a
BF,
don't
care
for
the
BS
I
told
her
just
do
it
bae,
why
are
you
telling
me
She
came
with
sickness,
and
I
came
with
remedies
Paid
for
the
Uber,
check
back
to
my
enemies
(whoa)
I'm
murking
this
I
don't
need
soundchecks,
I
got
the
gift
Went
in
the
room,
did
the
one
and
the
two
And
I'm
leaving
them
pissed
in
a
world
of
shit
Wanna
be
me,
but
ain't
got
the
wit'
Ain't
got
the
drive,
ain't
got
the
whip
You
think
you're
hard,
you
think
you're
it
Pull
out
your
sweater
and
now
you
got
drip
Telling
these
brothers
don't
play
with
the
gang
A
couple
of
Christian
brothers
turned
anti
A
couple
of
Muslim
brothers
go
ham
I'm
punching
these
lines,
so
I
mess
up
my
hands
Left
in
the
states,
still
under
your
state
I
wanna
go
states,
but
think
that
I'm
banned
Because
I
get
paid,
the
same
as
a
band
My
taxes
cost
the
whole
of
your
brand
You
the
man
on
the
'Gram,
I'm
the
man
in
the
south
And
I'm
rolling
about
with
ten
grand
in
my
mouth
I'm
the
coldest
about,
who
you
know
that
amounts
If
you're
dissing
P
money,
I'm
scoping
him
out
I'm
rolling
about,
with
gold
in
my
mouth
A
fan
at
my
last
show,
sold
me
a
house
I
heard
he
dissed
Ocean,
I'm
phoning
him
now
I'm
radio
knocking,
I'm
over
and
out
Take
disrespect,
I
flex
new
tech,
screw
fix
Man
find
this
and
get
huge
checks
Ruthless,
manna
forever
be
like
who's
next?
Screwed
in
the
manner
of
money,
me,
I'm
Jewish
Check,
two
guests,
two
plus
two
vets,
who's
next?
Lord
of
the
Mics
got
two
checks
M.O.E.
new
album,
new
sets,
new
best
Relax,
I
ain't
no
new
best
Wouldn't
even
bother,
could
another?
Now
I
promise,
and
I
pity
all
the
brothers
who
done
another
and
another
Then
I
might
have
animosity,
and
thrown
on
the
stomach
And
an
itty
bitty
done
a
likkle
dibble
daffer,
cutting
in
my
liver
Whenever
ready,
you
can
tell
'em
that
I'm
ready
I
been
standing
with
a
semi,
like
I'm
ready
to
bury
Anybody
named
Shelly,
yeah,
I'm
not
for
the
telly
You
can
tell
that
I'm
heavy,
got
drive
like
a
Chevy
Hold
my
weed,
control
my
breathin'
I
just
rolled
one
up
this
evening
Hold
my
weed,
control
my
breathin'
I
just
rolled
one
up
this
evening
Hold
my
weed,
control
my
breathin'
I
just
rolled
one
up
this
evening
Hold
my
weed,
control
my
breathin'
I
just
rolled
one
up
this
evening
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