Breathe
Who is knocking at the door
I look at my girl she still out in a snore
Its 1 am, nigga who is at the door
They knock, knock, knock, causing an uproar
If it is the feds, I'm going back to bed, f*ck them niggas dead
(La la la)
Who could it be
So many hate on me
But I don't care
(Blah blah blah)
Look let me tell you a story, about this tough ass shorty
Met her down in Gaithersburg at my best friends birthday party
She was so fine, yea she was a dime
I could it get her out my mothaf*ckin mind
So I walked up to her (Woo)
Asked her who she knew here (Who)
She was like shes new here (Oo)
Oo, oo, oo, oo
Everybody want that new
Hope its wet just like shamu
She like pleasure mixed with pain
I'm addicted like a fiend
Her essence is insane
She make me want to dance in the rain
And she got that licky lick
Make a nigga come quicky quickly
We exchanged phone numbers, man I want to love her
Not just be another body to add to her number
Three weeks go by, she's over every night
Shawty is a freak but something just ain't right
I don't even care, she don't gotta fear
When she come over she can relax and
Breathe
Who is knocking at the door
I look at my girl she still out in a snore
Its 1 am, nigga who is at the door
They knock, knock, knock, causing an uproar
If it is the feds, I'm going back to bed, f*ck them niggas dead
(La la la)
Who could it be
So many hate on me
But I don't care
(Blah blah blah)
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Someones at my door
I lay there thinking delivery hit the wrong floor
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
That nigga is knocking hard
Before I knew it homie kicked down my whole damn door
So I jumped out of the bed, like a zombie risin up from the dead
I ran to the door, that nigga had the lead
This nigga came runnin fast and said
Where my wife I know she in here
Where my wife, his eyes in tears
Don't you move, don't you dare
Try to be slick, then I'll blast you here
Damn this nigga caught me slippin
Hollering for his wife this nigga trippin
Nigga who are you
Who's your wife?
He pistol whipped me f*ckin twice
Shawty came out with my .45 right
Shot this nigga once or thrice
I couldn't f*ckin believe my night, she shot that man dead on sight
She threw me the gun, I said what the f*ck, what the f*ck did you do
In her other hand was her cell phone
She started dialing 9-1-1 and said "officer... officer... this man just shot my husband"
Breathe
Who is knocking at the door
I look at my girl she still out in a snore
Its 1 am, nigga who is at the door
They knock, knock, knock, causing an uproar
If it is the feds, I'm going back to bed, f*ck them niggas dead
(La la la)
Who could it be
So many hate on me
But I don't care
(Blah blah blah)
Sxtwlve - 1 Am, Pt. 1 Lyrics
Sxtwlve - 1 Am, Pt. 1 Lyrics
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English
Breathe
Who is knocking at the door
I look at my girl she still out in a snore
Its 1 am, nigga who is at the door
They knock, knock, knock, causing an uproar
If it is the feds, I'm going back to bed, f*ck them niggas dead
(La la la)
Who could it be
So many hate on me
But I don't care
(Blah blah blah)
Look let me tell you a story, about this tough ass shorty
Met her down in Gaithersburg at my best friends birthday party
She was so fine, yea she was a dime
I could it get her out my mothaf*ckin mind
So I walked up to her (Woo)
Asked her who she knew here (Who)
She was like shes new here (Oo)
Oo, oo, oo, oo
Everybody want that new
Hope its wet just like shamu
She like pleasure mixed with pain
I'm addicted like a fiend
Her essence is insane
She make me want to dance in the rain
And she got that licky lick
Make a nigga come quicky quickly
We exchanged phone numbers, man I want to love her
Not just be another body to add to her number
Three weeks go by, she's over every night
Shawty is a freak but something just ain't right
I don't even care, she don't gotta fear
When she come over she can relax and
Breathe
Who is knocking at the door
I look at my girl she still out in a snore
Its 1 am, nigga who is at the door
They knock, knock, knock, causing an uproar
If it is the feds, I'm going back to bed, f*ck them niggas dead
(La la la)
Who could it be
So many hate on me
But I don't care
(Blah blah blah)
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Someones at my door
I lay there thinking delivery hit the wrong floor
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
That nigga is knocking hard
Before I knew it homie kicked down my whole damn door
So I jumped out of the bed, like a zombie risin up from the dead
I ran to the door, that nigga had the lead
This nigga came runnin fast and said
Where my wife I know she in here
Where my wife, his eyes in tears
Don't you move, don't you dare
Try to be slick, then I'll blast you here
Damn this nigga caught me slippin
Hollering for his wife this nigga trippin
Nigga who are you
Who's your wife?
He pistol whipped me f*ckin twice
Shawty came out with my .45 right
Shot this nigga once or thrice
I couldn't f*ckin believe my night, she shot that man dead on sight
She threw me the gun, I said what the f*ck, what the f*ck did you do
In her other hand was her cell phone
She started dialing 9-1-1 and said "officer... officer... this man just shot my husband"
Breathe
Who is knocking at the door
I look at my girl she still out in a snore
Its 1 am, nigga who is at the door
They knock, knock, knock, causing an uproar
If it is the feds, I'm going back to bed, f*ck them niggas dead
(La la la)
Who could it be
So many hate on me
But I don't care
(Blah blah blah)
Who is knocking at the door
I look at my girl she still out in a snore
Its 1 am, nigga who is at the door
They knock, knock, knock, causing an uproar
If it is the feds, I'm going back to bed, f*ck them niggas dead
(La la la)
Who could it be
So many hate on me
But I don't care
(Blah blah blah)
Look let me tell you a story, about this tough ass shorty
Met her down in Gaithersburg at my best friends birthday party
She was so fine, yea she was a dime
I could it get her out my mothaf*ckin mind
So I walked up to her (Woo)
Asked her who she knew here (Who)
She was like shes new here (Oo)
Oo, oo, oo, oo
Everybody want that new
Hope its wet just like shamu
She like pleasure mixed with pain
I'm addicted like a fiend
Her essence is insane
She make me want to dance in the rain
And she got that licky lick
Make a nigga come quicky quickly
We exchanged phone numbers, man I want to love her
Not just be another body to add to her number
Three weeks go by, she's over every night
Shawty is a freak but something just ain't right
I don't even care, she don't gotta fear
When she come over she can relax and
Breathe
Who is knocking at the door
I look at my girl she still out in a snore
Its 1 am, nigga who is at the door
They knock, knock, knock, causing an uproar
If it is the feds, I'm going back to bed, f*ck them niggas dead
(La la la)
Who could it be
So many hate on me
But I don't care
(Blah blah blah)
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Someones at my door
I lay there thinking delivery hit the wrong floor
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
That nigga is knocking hard
Before I knew it homie kicked down my whole damn door
So I jumped out of the bed, like a zombie risin up from the dead
I ran to the door, that nigga had the lead
This nigga came runnin fast and said
Where my wife I know she in here
Where my wife, his eyes in tears
Don't you move, don't you dare
Try to be slick, then I'll blast you here
Damn this nigga caught me slippin
Hollering for his wife this nigga trippin
Nigga who are you
Who's your wife?
He pistol whipped me f*ckin twice
Shawty came out with my .45 right
Shot this nigga once or thrice
I couldn't f*ckin believe my night, she shot that man dead on sight
She threw me the gun, I said what the f*ck, what the f*ck did you do
In her other hand was her cell phone
She started dialing 9-1-1 and said "officer... officer... this man just shot my husband"
Breathe
Who is knocking at the door
I look at my girl she still out in a snore
Its 1 am, nigga who is at the door
They knock, knock, knock, causing an uproar
If it is the feds, I'm going back to bed, f*ck them niggas dead
(La la la)
Who could it be
So many hate on me
But I don't care
(Blah blah blah)
Writer: Kingsley Egei
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid