Boobie Lootaveli - BREATHE*

Lyrics from snippet

[Intro]
Let's go, baby
(Damn, Con, this shit sound crazy)

[Verse]
Started takin’ rap serious, now that bag different
This bitch is my shooter, that Chanel bag got my strap in it
Baby, you might have to boof these thirties if you slidin' with me
Matchin' Rollies comin’ for the gang 'cause they slidin' with me
We just left the beach, me and Skins and like five bitches
And they whippin' Audis, Porsches, Benzes, they don't drive Civics
One of 'em just let me smack her BoA for five digits
And she ain't want nothin', just to fuck and spend some time with me
Met Madonna at the club, tried to take me home with her
Say she want a young, fly amigo puttin’ that pole in her
I guess if you can’t beat 'em, then you gotta roll with ’em
Felt bubble, thousand-dollars Nikes, I'm a go-getter

Dig? Dig? Dig?
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Let that bitch breathe
You dig?

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