Ras Ka** - Still Breathin' lyrics

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Ras Ka** - Still Breathin' lyrics

(Hook) You think he's still breathin' You think he's still breathin' You think he's still breathin' You think he's still breathin' (Verse) Still a flame on n***a came in my own lane Ride in my own coupe Slanging Louis Lane Superman ain't up in that phone booth Dope game c**aine, post it on my own stupe And the jets trying to move something I was on lupe Sky Walker old G in my optimo Drug store open 24 like a stop and go Before I ever sold a show I was cappin blow sponsored links Off and joe's , black and white Diamonds called a rocky road That clock go seek , go scream el bamonos Your team on dear nights and you the hockey coach Knock 'em down like dominos when your partners go to chop a blow And leave the same bloody n***a gotta know Before I heard wizz I rock the road f**ing hoes like emeralds at the Papa dose Yo that's how the Don gotta roll With them trues on my a** and them prada's on my toes (Hook) You think he's still breathin' You think he's still breathin' You think he's still breathin' You think he's still breathin' (Verse) I rose from the dead, snacking on a bats head Drag nails to your feet b**h screw up with a flat head Ethio comet, meet eternal blackness The vacuum of space I would k** to the drag fan f** you still alive for I do this in my sleep while I'm spooning with my side hoe Miza, Drinking out a gizer you up in kaizer Stump by some sh** that belong to a budweiser commercial Herfel, stab and squirt purple Murk you in a church full of people in a pressed circle Doomsday scenario like repo man Buffalo Bill I will keep your skin Beat your head in and eat your limbs Pull on life support and meat bay your limbs These hipsters got hot this ain't revenge of the nerds And you know what they say you can't polish a turd (Hook) You think he's still breathin' You think he's still breathin' You think he's still breathin' You think he's still breathin' (Verse) I'm talking menace to society Odor , tojar Eddie throw all strikes, I would never throw balls You n***as is foul while I knock you out the park though And I'm so sick you can call a n***a purple Pull up in that car slow, look me in my eyes Heard they wanna call me Norman 'Cause I'm so psycho The AK47 will make you dance like Michael Moon walking, I think I hear your tomb talking Sicker than my last song, you blink with the cask on He had to go hard, you know why this is rest song And he's not for play, and I'm not neither Catch me with a b**h in a 2 seater Dumb f**ing you can have I don't need her Third strike and you just a mr. meaner Call me windex 'cause nobody come cleaning Listen, you just follow the leader (Hook) You think he's still breathin' You think he's still breathin' You think he's still breathin' You think he's still breathin'