Текст песни Breath of Fresh Air - ThÀ KįŃg

Yea, yea, yea, haha
Yea yea, yea king in this bitch(breath of fresh air you feel me)
King in this muh' fucka' yea yea
Give me a good feeling(y'all can't fuck with me for real)
Breath of fresh air you feel me

Counting money staring at the celling like what come next
I rather go chase a bag then been be stuck up about my ex
Good sights of a shiny day, sunsets will get her wet
Y'all be slaving to please her, y'all can't even get no rest
Y'all would go crazy if she leave you, shit I barely read her text
I could hit her half sleep, and she'll still say I hit the best
She ain't into what you know, she don't fuck with intellect
She like a nigga from the hood, she want a nigga from the set
Two-two-three's will hit his skull, a five-five-six will hit his neck
He gone get that green line for all that disrespect
"Hold on didn't momma tell you not to rap about all that"
Ohhh, my bad I could've sworn that she left
But anyways, I be chilling I be cooling plotting on making a million
While y'all sitting in y'all rooms hating the way y'all been living
I can't be sitting in my room claiming that I'm building figures
I look at myself just like a king you can't imagine how I'm living
We get to cleaning niggas up like a Mexican mah
Some spicy shit will hit his dome call that Mexican style
She already claiming that she love me boy that shit is kind of wild
Ain't that supposed to be your bitch boy that shit is kind of wild
Y'all don't be pimping y'all be simping on the low
I shoot my shot I'm Scotty Pippin skinny dipping with your hoe
Guaranteed to have them nigga catch you slipping in your kitchen without your pole
I would say the rest but y'all should know how that, how that go for real

(Already know how that shit go)
(Give me a good vibe, a good felling you feel me)
(Like a breath of fresh air)
(Yea)(Like a breath of fresh air)
(Counting money staring at the ceiling like what come next, what come next)