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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Action Bronson
Action Bronson
Vocals
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Wimbley
D. Wimbley
Songwriter
Darren Robinson
Darren Robinson
Songwriter
Kurt Walker
Kurt Walker
Songwriter
Mark Morales
Mark Morales
Songwriter
Rory William Quigley
Rory William Quigley
Songwriter
Ariyan Arslani
Ariyan Arslani
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Antoine Rotondo
Antoine Rotondo
Mastering Engineer
Dimitri Condax
Dimitri Condax
Mastering Engineer
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Producer
Daniel Rowland
Daniel Rowland
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Like the way it sounds, Fraudy?
(Uh, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Just let me breathe for a minute, man
Just let me breathe
Just let me breathe for a minute, man
(Yeah, you already know it's me, man)
Just let me breathe for a minute
(You already know it's me, eh?)
Just let me breathe
[Verse 3]
It's too hot, drop the top off the wagon (Uh)
Laid back, blowin' fire like dragon (Poof)
Man, I'm flying past Saturn (Uh)
Fuck outta here, like I ain't that savage (No, no, no, no)
Two Uzis and a rifle
It's like I'm at the studio with Michael (Michael Jackson)
You can hear me dancing on the beat
Bam Bam 'bout to put a mansion on the beach, eh
Hunnid Latins in your lobby
That's what happens when you fuck around with Body, uh (Body)
And I put that on my mami (It's on my mami)
I will never give my heart to a thottie
If I could just make a dance that goes with this song
Then I'ma be on (So on)
Basic bitches gon' dance to it (Everywhere)
Basic bitches everywhere gon' dance to it (Everywhere)
[Verse 4]
Just let me breathe for a minute
Just let me breathe for a minute, eh
Just let me breathe for a minute
White Range Rover, blowin' trees all in it
Let me breathe for a minute
Just let me breathe for a minute, man
Just let me breathe for a minute
White Range Rover, blowin' trees all in it
[Verse 5]
You got a fat ass, baby, shake that shit
Shake that shit
Shake that shit
You got a fat ass, baby, shake that shit
Shake that shit
Shake it
[Verse 6]
I got two shows, I'm about to pitch another
Throwing alley oops to my brothers (Curry!)
We all shine, nobody victims (No)
Armani sweatsuit pimpin'
Black Pippens, I swag different
That's why the money in the bag different (Different)
Come up short, you'll have your motherfuckin' fam missing
I lay on beaches and swerve in whips
You ain't serving shit, you just a urban myth
Every day, get flee (Flee)
Riding around Queens on a jet ski, it's me (You know it's me)
Every day, get high
To the day I die
Every day, get high
Man, I roll that shit
And I smoke that shit
Honey bouncing up and down
She nearly broke my dick (My dick)
She nearly broke my dick (My dick, my dick)
[Verse 7]
Just let me breathe for a minute
Just let me breathe for a minute, eh
Just let me breathe for a minute
White Range Rover, blowin' trees all in it
Let me breathe for a minute
Just let me breathe for a minute, man
Just let me breathe for a minute
White Range Rover, blowin' trees all in it
Written by: Aryian Arslani, D. Robinson, D. Wimbley, Kurt Walker, Mark Morales, Rory William Quigley
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