Breeezay

yes yes.. its breezy,i'm talkin bout the weather
you know i stay fresh,yes lighter then a feather
and yes i'm breezy,i never wear leather
it's like i'm so legit,niggas even checkin me
gucci and louie vee is too broke to be on me
but i'ma still rock it cuz it look good on me
come closer,take a sniff,i smell like potpourri
fresh to the death is the definition of me
ice cold,yea thats me,a pimp nigga that nigga's are tryna be
got game so far as i can see,or as i can breeze
damn, i'm walkin round stacks of green cheese
bring it back,walkin round stacks of green cheese
fly,a part of my daily routine,spend my green and get in between
iight,is like i'm a marine,flying over sea's full of codeine
is like stunnin is a habbit,i ain't gotta grab it
or her,her comin to me is what i perfer
life, aint nothin but a blur,step outta the fog and see what'll occur