XV - Let Em Breathe lyrics
[XV - Let Em Breathe lyrics]
Yeah! Y'all can go ahead and take
That belt from around your neck
Yeah 2008 is our year let 'em
Breathe yeah man yeah Bling
Kansas finest you please, rewind this
Knock out your knees if you
Don't bow to your highness
I cut your mane off these niggas ain't lions
They lying, we already did what they trying
Like trying to get money, trips
And stay flying
Flyboy Club, the shit that we buying
Clothes I suppose
The kicks they can't find 'em
And still they feel the shit that we rhyming
They couldn't even wave at the
Chicks that we eyeing
The best flat out, like an iron
And I ain't trying haha, me either
Can't touch 'em
We took down the forums cause
We ain't up for discussion
The kings is back nigga time for destruction
Come easy man this rap shit's nothing
80's baby fall off? Y'all crazy
Y'all wanna Tray Dee, fuck you pay me nigga
Let 'em breathe Bling
Nah, nah, nah
Not yet?
Not yet man
Alright move in on 'em
Look that game we got locked
That beat? Let it bang
When it knock change the game
Eat 'em up spit 'em out
Last words for that mayne
Right before we knock 'em out
First draft changed the game
That group the hottest out
I see you out the scenic route
Snakes in the grass watch us weed 'em out
We special, we demand or we beat it out
Kings of the city
Yeah we the one's you read about
Pussy niggas? Eat 'em out
G's only keep 'em out
And yeah, we about to blow like C4
Rapping for the dead presidents
Yeah, eight Jacksons straight Action
Packed on the beat you better have Jet Li
If you gonna try and battle me
Battle me? I'm coming at your man
Galaxies crumble at my hands galactis
Had tip only when I got the
World on me like Atlas
Yeah homie and I got your
Back like a mattress nigga
Yeah should we let 'em breathe yet? Fuck it
Cut they throat it's a wrap baby
That belt from around your neck
Yeah 2008 is our year let 'em
Breathe yeah man yeah Bling
Kansas finest you please, rewind this
Knock out your knees if you
Don't bow to your highness
I cut your mane off these niggas ain't lions
They lying, we already did what they trying
Like trying to get money, trips
And stay flying
Flyboy Club, the shit that we buying
Clothes I suppose
The kicks they can't find 'em
And still they feel the shit that we rhyming
They couldn't even wave at the
Chicks that we eyeing
The best flat out, like an iron
And I ain't trying haha, me either
Can't touch 'em
We took down the forums cause
We ain't up for discussion
The kings is back nigga time for destruction
Come easy man this rap shit's nothing
80's baby fall off? Y'all crazy
Y'all wanna Tray Dee, fuck you pay me nigga
Let 'em breathe Bling
Nah, nah, nah
Not yet?
Not yet man
Alright move in on 'em
Look that game we got locked
That beat? Let it bang
When it knock change the game
Eat 'em up spit 'em out
Last words for that mayne
Right before we knock 'em out
First draft changed the game
That group the hottest out
I see you out the scenic route
Snakes in the grass watch us weed 'em out
We special, we demand or we beat it out
Kings of the city
Yeah we the one's you read about
Pussy niggas? Eat 'em out
G's only keep 'em out
And yeah, we about to blow like C4
Rapping for the dead presidents
Yeah, eight Jacksons straight Action
Packed on the beat you better have Jet Li
If you gonna try and battle me
Battle me? I'm coming at your man
Galaxies crumble at my hands galactis
Had tip only when I got the
World on me like Atlas
Yeah homie and I got your
Back like a mattress nigga
Yeah should we let 'em breathe yet? Fuck it
Cut they throat it's a wrap baby