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