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Nav – Hold Your Breath Lyrics

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Diamonds water, you wear my chain, gotta hold your breath Breath
They lopped my right hand off, I aint got much left Left
I cant chase these bitches, I know Im the catch Im the catch
Me, your bitch and her friend just had a triple threat Triple threat
You aint drippin, your outfit make me upset Set
Them little diamonds aint gonna hit the way they set Set
Championship rings, my opponents getting swept Swept
I just booked your bitch a flight and it was coach Coach

Everybody cant be a starter, play your role Role
Keep a .30 so I aint gotta reload Load
When your car go fast it comes with different modes Modes
Got this money fast so I dont wanna spend it slow Nah
I aint lettin her back inside, she slammed my do Do
Wanna spend the night, I told her, Its not one of those Those
Quarter mill, I spend your budget on some clothes Clothes
Different shaped X pills, like meeny, miny, moe Moe

Diamonds water, you wear my chain, gotta hold your breath Breath
They lopped my right hand off, I aint got much left Left
I cant chase these bitches, I know Im the catch Im the catch
Me, your bitch and her friend just had a triple threat Triple threat
You aint drippin, your outfit make me upset Set
Them little diamonds aint gonna hit the way they set Set
Championship rings, my opponents getting swept Swept
I just booked your bitch a flight and it was coach Coach

I fuck her tomorrow, every city and state I go Go
Got crushed white diamonds sittin
On top of the Rolls Top of the Rolls
I changed the climate
Threw a quick dime on the hoes Dime on the hoes
I know it aint sinus
Bitch keep playin with her nose Nose, she geeked
We shoppin, put designer over her toes Over her toes
Yeah, she fine and all, but she prolly fucked the bros
Hit her two times and then I put back on my clothes My clothes
Orange Lambo truck Yeah,
Next time Im gettin that sky blue Rolls Rolls
Got his hands up, we put the stick on one of his woes Woes
Locked my mans up, they sent to prison down the road Road
Screamin, Fuck cancer, we takin the poison out your bones Bones
Found the answer, no help, I did it on my own My own

Diamonds water, you wear my chain, gotta hold your breath Breath
They lopped my right hand off, I aint got much left Left
I cant chase these bitches, I know Im the catch Im the catch
Me, your bitch and her friend just had a triple threat Triple threat
You aint drippin, your outfit make me upset Set
Them little diamonds aint gonna hit the way they set Set
Championship rings, my opponents getting swept Swept
I just booked your bitch a flight and it was coach Coach

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