Breeze

I was gone in the wind, that shit was a breeze I'll grab my shit, pick up and leave You're acting blind, okay now watch this you'll see I don't know what you think or care for your idea of me She dropped off some clues, blue shirt I ain't Steve I stay on my job, so they leaving the task to me That nigga swear he so hard, I'm sorry, his music is ass to me No Master P, good gas, you can't match this green I'm going deep, no submarine I'll stack the cheese and share, it ain't just for me We ain't a thing, okay then I must retreat I remember who was there when I ain't have nothing to eat Ayy, deep in the skin, I'm late, I'll sleep in again Your ex was cheap as it gets, he can't take you on no trips That box so wet I might slip, and got big tits with small nips I count in twice, it's all here, I shoot precise like Paul Pierce You hate your job, then call in, can't dig a hole then fall in He rap and prod, it's all him, number got blocked, can't call him Like barber boys we all trim, ayy, ball like Spalding For sure we ball like Wilson These hoes be movin' sneaky What he don't know won't kill him Gone in the wind, that shit was a breeze I'll grab my shit, pick up and leave You're acting blind, okay now watch this you'll see I don't know what you think or care for your idea of me She dropped off some clues, blue shirt I ain't Steve I stay on my job, so they leaving the task to me That nigga swear he so hard, I'm sorry, his music is ass to me No Master P, good gas, you can't match this green