Karaoke Breathe by Fabolous — sing along with lyrics on Singa

Breathe Karaoke

Fabolous

LyricsBreathe

Woo woo woo

One and then the two

Two and then the three

Three and then the four

Then you gotta breathe

One and then the two

Two and then the three

Three and then the four

Then you gotta breathe

Then you gotta

Then you gotta

Yo these ###### can't breathe

when I come through

Hum too some shoes

gotta be twenty man

It's not even funny they can't

The chokehold's too tight

The left looks too right

You know what

You right

These bitches can't

(Breathe)

Look look they hearts racin'

they start chasin'

But I'm so fast

when I blow past

that they can't

(Breathe)

In the presence of the man

Your future looks better

than your past

If you present with the man

you better

You ###### can't share my air

Or walk a mile in the pair I wear

And I'm gettin' better year by year

Like they say wine do

Cops couldn't smell me

if you brought the K-9s through

And I pace myself

I know these money hungry bitches

wanna taste my wealth

But I keep 'em on a diet

Embrace they health

or either keep 'em on the quiet

And space myself

And just take a deep breath

I got 'em grabbin' they chest

'Cause it's hurtin' 'em to see

Fab in his best

And they in they worst

They'd rather see me lay in a hearse

than lay in the 'Bach

And I ain't just layin' a verse

I'm sayin' the facts

I came back with some sicker ston

That got these broke ######

lookin' at me

Like they chokin' on a chicken bone

Every chick I bone

can't leave the dick alone

So I know it's one of them

every time I flip my phone

Breathe

One and then the two

Two and then the three

Three and then the four

Then you gotta breathe

One and then the two

Two and then the three

Three and then the four

Then you gotta breathe

One and then the two

Two and then the three

Three and then the four

Then you gotta breathe

Then you gotta

Then you gotta

Yo these ###### can't breathe

when I come through

Hum too some shoes

gotta be twenty man

It's not even funny they can't

The chokehold's too tight

The left looks too right

You know what

You right

These bitches can't

Look look they hearts racin'

they start chasin'

But I'm so fast

when I blow past that they can't

In the presence of the man

Your future looks better than your past

If you present with the man

you better

I see them on the block when I passes

Looking like they need oxygen mask-es

I make it hard to

But I keep the Glocks in the stashes

'Cause the cops wanna lock and harass us

And make it hard to

They has to react

like having an asthma attack

When they see the plasma in back

You dudes are wheezing behind me

My flow is like a coupe

breezing at 90

That's the reason they signed me

The slick metaphors and hard punches

on the cuts

Feels something like hard

punches to the gut

How I address the haters

and underestimaters

And ride up on 'em

like they escalators

They shook up

and hooked up to respirators

On they last breath talking

to investigators

I'm a breath of fresh air

in a fresh pair

Face it boo

and do it 'til your face get blue

And then

One and then the two

(Two)

Two and then the three

(Three)

Three and then the four

(Four)

Then you gotta breathe

(Breathe)

One and then the two

(Two)

Two and then the three

(Three)

Three and then the four

(Four)

Then you gotta breathe

One and then the two

Two and then the three

Three and then the four

Then you gotta breathe

Then you gotta

Then you gotta

Yo these ###### can't

When the crew walk in it

pop a few corks in it

As quick as a tick

in a New York minute

Catch a breath

'fore you catch a left

Even worse catch a Tef'

only way you catch an F

To the A-B

it's in the May-B

rolling with my baby

Grippin' on a toy

that you won't find at KB

I rhyme slick on ya

They gon' have to

put the Heimlich on ya

What you know bout

letting dimes lick on ya

While you inhale the weed

And it won't stop

'til they inhale your seed

And it don't stop

'til I tell 'em to breathe

Like a doctor with a stethoscope

I don't see no fucking hope

Unless these motherfuckers

Yeah Brooklyn gotta

Uptown gotta

The Bronx gotta

Queens gotta Staten Isle gotta

You ###### gotta

You bitches gotta

Everybody

One and then the two

Two and then the three

Three and then the four

Then you gotta

Then you gotta

Then you gotta

Breathe

Publisher
Atlantic Records