T-Pain & Lil Wayne – Breathe Lyrics

Breathe by T-Pain & Lil Wayne
Album : T-Wayne
Released : 2017
Genre : Hip Hop

Ba-ba-bangladesh

[Lil Wayne]
Okay, I know it sound crazy, but I will love my lady
Even if she went crazy like a Theraflu patient
You’re my Pamela Anderson, I’m your Tommy Lee
We break up every year like T.O. break up teams
I love the way you used to break up all my weed
We’d smoke, we’d drink, then we reach ecstacy
God damn! She got the best of me
808 and Heartbreaks got me drinking extra lean

[Lil Wayne]
Gangstas don’t ask they just let it be
Too many tears that I would drown, so I’mma let you breathe
Gangstas don’t ask they just let it be
Too many tears that I would drown, so I’mma let you breathe

[Lil Wayne (X4)]
I’mma let you breathe
I’mma – I’mma let you breathe

[Lil Wayne & (Shanell)]
And I remember everything, baby
Traffic jam, remember me like, baby
Yeah, it might hurt, but it’s a sweet pain, baby
I know I got you over be my keychain, baby
It’s a G thang, she got a G-Strang
Ooh, but she ain’t choose to wear it this evening
Now let the beat bang, just let the beat bang
And shawty, yeah, it might hurt, but it’s a sweet pain
Weezy (Baby)

[Lil Wayne & (Shanell)]
Too many tears that I would drown, so I’mma let you breathe
(Baby)
Too many tears that I would drown, so I’mma let you breathe

[Lil Wayne (X4)]
I’mma let you breathe
I’mma – I’mma let you breathe

[Lil Wayne]
Ohhhhh, ohhhhh
I don’t need that hoe no more
Cause I got a shawty from the west side
She tell me let’s drive, and she let me
He take the wheel of her sex drive
We pick up Keisha, she on the East Side
And then the three of us do-do-do it three times
Ohhhhh, ohhhhh
I don’t need that hoe no more (Ba-ba-bangladesh)

[T-Pain]
Okay, let’s go, listen, aye
I party in the U.S.A. call me Teddy Montana
Yellow Bugatti could’ve drove you bananas
If you gon’ leave, hol’ up, let me get my camera
My new bitch finer, lick that jelly out, jam ya
And the head game sick like cancer
Upside down, porn star, breakdancer
I go H.A.M. on Mariah Carey-looking hoes
So all of them bitches call me MC Hammer
Ha, so I’mma say you dead wrong
And I can’t hear you like I got on Dr. Dre headphones
Whoever you with, have fun
Cause I know he can’t make that pussy talk
So until we meet again, shawty, just go ‘head and walk

[T-Pain & Shanell]
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Go ‘head and walk, walk, walk, walk
Just go head and walk

[Lil Wayne]
Too many tears that I would drown, so I’mma let you breathe
Too many tears that I would drown, so I’mma let you breathe

[Lil Wayne (X7)]
I’mma let you breathe
I’mma – I’mma let you breathe

[T-Pain & Lil Wayne & Both & (Shanell)]
Too many tears that I would drown, so I’mma let you breathe
Weezy (Baby)
Oh okay, T-Peezy (Baby)
Lil Weezy (Baby), T-Peezy (Baby)
Weezy (Baby), Peezy (Baby)
Yeeaaahh
It’s T-Wayne, man
Breathe
So I’mma let you breathe
And I’mma let em breathe
T-Wayne, he rap, he sangs
Okay, Young Mula Baby

● T-Pain & Lil Wayne – T-Wayne (Album Tracklist)
1. He Rap He Sang
2. Listen To Me
3. DAMN DAMN DAMN
4. Waist Of A Wasp
5. Oh Yeah
6. Breathe
7. Snap Ya Fangas
8. Heavy Chevy

○ Listen to “T-Pain & Lil Wayne” Songs

● “Got Money  ”

[ Quotable ]
Now I was bouncing through the club
She love the way I diddy-bop
I see her boyfriend hatin’ like a city cop
Now I ain’t never been a chicken but my fifty cocked
Say I ain’t never been a chicken but my semi cocked
Now where your bar at? I’m tryna rent it out
And we so bout it bout it, now what are you about?
DJ showin love he say my name when the music stop
“Young Money, Lil Wayne” then the music drop

● “Can’t Believe  ”

[ Quotable ]
I could put you in the condo
All the way up in Toronto
Baby put you in the fur coat
Riding the Murciélago
I put you in the beach house
Right on the edge of Costa Rica
Put one of em lil’ flowers in your hair
Have you looking like a fly mamacita, fuego
Cause you look so good
You make me wanna spend it all on you
Get up out this club
Slide with your boy

● “Welcome To My Hood  ”

[ Quotable ]
Back from hell, cell 23
Tell the warden kiss my ass, pockets on Monique
Bitch I’m from the murder capital, ho, I’m far from practical
Shit happens and since I’m the shit, I’m who it happens to
Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch,I’m red hot
I don’t see nobody, see no body like a head shot
All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out

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