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[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
When I showed up— when I showed up—
When I showed up— when I sh—
[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]
When I showed up on the set, hold it, hold it, hold it (Skrrt)
When I showed up on the set, burn it like a cigarette (Woo, hey)
When you catch me in the jet, know that bitch come with a chef
And my diamonds D-E-F, they can’t hear you where you at
You could ever see me dress, boy, you must be breathing meth (Woo)
It’s five million on my neck, got no ceiling where I rest (Hеy)
Do I hurt your feelings? Yes, there’s a box, I’ll givе the check
Is a F-80 fresh? Like a fuckin’ baby breath
Why his Richard Mille the best? He got elves at his desk
Do you got shells? That’s a yes, it’ll swell up your vest (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it (Woo, woo)
Huh, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Quavo]
Shit, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah (Woo)
Shit, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
Shit, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
Shit, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (Quavo)
[Verse 2: Quavo]
I came to scoop up me a motherfuckin’ check (Woo)
Convertible coupe and it came with the specs
Bend that bitch over, she come with the stretch
Super lil’ soaker, she leavin’ me wet (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Walk in this bitch, I got gang in this bitch
You can’t come in this bitch if you bangin’ the set
I’m in the kitchen, I’m cookin’ it, whippin’ it
Shit, ’til the Richard fall off of my wrist (Skrrt, skrrt)
I put a S in front of my chest
I’m feelin’ super when I’m on the X
She wanna fuck me for some success (Woah)
I told her, „Come over, I’m horny, I’m horny”
Drippin’ in Louis, girl, take off that Marni (Take it off)
I’m pourin’ stuff in my cup, look like Barney
Ice in my carats, my baby in pointers (Ice, ice)
I sit at the top like a motherfuckin’ ornament
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
I had to catch my motherfuckin’ breath (Woo)
Shoot without lookin’, they callin’ me Steph (Splash)
I’m finna step, I’m givin’ out belt
Tellin’ them black and white, callin’ them refs
I’m the last real one, guess that I’m rare (Real)
Look in the mirror and try to compare (Hold up)
It’s levels up, lil’ nigga, just hold up, hold up (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Shit, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah (Woo, woo)
Shit, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah (Woo, woo)
Shit, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
Shit, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator & Quavo]
Bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling (Uh, uh)
Bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bitch (Uh, uh)
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, that’s a Bimmer (Ha)
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, that’s the steamer
The necklace on Easter (Easter), this bitch right here a keeper (Keeper, ugh)
And I ball extra hard for all the hecklers in the bleachers (Bleachers, ugh)
Buddy sent the text message tryna test me (Woo)
I will buy your publishing, don’t disrespect me (Woo, disrespect me, bitch, ugh)
Baby breath, baby breath, baby breath, baby breath (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ugh)
Baby breath, baby breath, baby breath, baby breath (Ah, ah, ah, ah, uh, eugh)
Make sure that your babies cannot eat, that’s how I’m rockin’ (That’s how I’m rockin’)
Like the bread I’m takin’ from you, dog, you out of pocket, uh (You out of pocket, uh, pull up, shoot)
[Chorus: Quavo & A$AP Rocky]
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah (Uh), pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up (Uh), pick it up, pick it up, yeah (Ah, pick it up)
Pick it up (Pick it up), pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah (Uh, uh, uh), pick it up (Shit)
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (Shit), pick it up, yeah
[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky]
I just put on for the set, pop my shit like it’s Tourettes
Pink hair rollers, Alo sweats
Gettin’ neck from Miss Claudette
He was tough up on the 'net, he was pussy when we met
She just DM me, direct, but I look better in the flesh
These ain’t no checkers, this chess, boy
These LV checkers, not Vans, boy
Say that lil’ shit with your chest, boy
Better run up a check or some bands, boy
FL session with no VVS (Flawless)
SL Benz in all Chrome, VVS (Oi)
Call my phone with no mess or BS (Phone)
My niggas’ll kill you for less, boy (Boy, boy)
Shit, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (Yeah)
Pick it up, puttin’ this dick in her, dick in her
Eat it up, lick it up, hang it up (Hey)
She wanna play with this dick, let her flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
She wanna kick with the kid while I’m killin’ her
Fill it up, pick it up
A couple months later, my kid gon’ be kickin’ her
Kickin’ her, kickin’ her, kickin’ her (Skrrt)
[Chorus: Quavo & A$AP Rocky]
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah (Hahaha), pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah, pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
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Utwór „Baby Breath” to hymn pewności siebie, celebrujący bogactwo, status i czystą przyjemność płynącą z bycia na szczycie branży muzycznej. Sam tytuł stanowi żartobliwy paradoks: „baby breath (tłum. oddech niemowlęcia)” kojarzy się z niewinnością, delikatnością i świeżością, podczas gdy utwór wypełniony jest agresywnym przechwalaniem się, wzmiankami o luksusowych markach i groźbami. Fraza ta służy jako metafora świeżości, nieskazitelności i unikalności, ale jednocześnie staje się orężem w drwinach wymierzonych w rywali, którzy nie są w stanie dorównać tak czystemu sukcesowi.
„Baby Breath” to utwór o owocach sukcesu. Nie ma tu głębi ani introspekcji, to triumfalny wyraz wygranej. Tytuł, łączący w sobie dziwną mieszankę niewinności i agresji, oddaje główną myśl piosenki: bycie tak świeżym, nieskazitelnym i utytułowanym, że wydaje się to niemal nieziemskie. Główna metafora odnosi się do czystości zwycięstw i nieskażonego powietrza na szczycie.
Utwór przypomina słuchaczom, że w hip-hopie – podobnie jak w życiu – bycie najlepszym nie zależy tylko od tego, co się posiada, ale od tego, jak się to prezentuje, a ta czwórka artystów robi to ze stylem, humorem i niezachwianym przekonaniem o własnej wielkości.











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