Lyrics to Part The Sea
Muah!
Breathe, breathe
Baby please, part the sea
Just to be, right next to me
Baby please, part the sea
Just to be, right next to me
Right next to me, right next to me
Right next to me, right next to me
Yeah he wanna be, right next to me
Baby let’s get higher, whatever you need I’m the supplier
I’m a dragon cause I’m spitting hella fire
And I know my baby riding with the iron
Like I’m the face on all these flyers
Cause my music is, what the desire
Yeah these niggas snitching, talking through the wire
And these hoes they just singing to the choir
Breathe, breathe
Baby please, part the sea
Just to be, right next to me
Baby please, part the sea
Just to be, right next to me
Right next to me, right next to me
Right next to me, right next to me
Yeah he wanna be, right next to me
There’s a problem, Pablo
Feeling like I won the lotto
And I’m smoking on Gelatto
And I’m swerving through the pot holes
Just like I was in a Tahoe
And he’s sipping out the bottle
Pockets fat, you know they wobble
Read my pages like a novel
Ooo, you think you hot but bitch you not though
Ooo, my niggas knocking at your front door
Tell these niggas get low, your dancing on your tip toes
Now you think your bitch done set you up, but it’s a hit though
Breathe, breathe
Baby please, part the sea
Just to be, right next to me
Baby please, part the sea
Just to be, right next to me
Right next to me, right next to me
Right next to me, right next to me
Yeah he wanna be, right next to me
Breathe, breathe
Baby please, part the sea
Just to be, right next to me
Baby please, part the sea
Just to be, right next to me
Right next to me, right next to me
Right next to me, right next to me
Yeah he wanna be, right next to me
Baby let’s get higher, whatever you need I’m the supplier
I’m a dragon cause I’m spitting hella fire
And I know my baby riding with the iron
Like I’m the face on all these flyers
Cause my music is, what the desire
Yeah these niggas snitching, talking through the wire
And these hoes they just singing to the choir
Breathe, breathe
Baby please, part the sea
Just to be, right next to me
Baby please, part the sea
Just to be, right next to me
Right next to me, right next to me
Right next to me, right next to me
Yeah he wanna be, right next to me
There’s a problem, Pablo
Feeling like I won the lotto
And I’m smoking on Gelatto
And I’m swerving through the pot holes
Just like I was in a Tahoe
And he’s sipping out the bottle
Pockets fat, you know they wobble
Read my pages like a novel
Ooo, you think you hot but bitch you not though
Ooo, my niggas knocking at your front door
Tell these niggas get low, your dancing on your tip toes
Now you think your bitch done set you up, but it’s a hit though
Breathe, breathe
Baby please, part the sea
Just to be, right next to me
Baby please, part the sea
Just to be, right next to me
Right next to me, right next to me
Right next to me, right next to me
Yeah he wanna be, right next to me
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