Paroles de la chanson Baby Breath par
[Pharrell Williams]
When I showed up when I showed up
When I showed up when I sh
[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 (Hey)
When I showed up when I showed up
When I showed up when I sh
[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 (Hey)
Do I hurt your feelings? Yes, there's a box, I'll give 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)
[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
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)
[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)
[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)
[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)
[Pharrell Williams]
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)
[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
[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)
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
[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)
[Quavo & A$AP Rocky]
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah (Uh), pick it up
Buddy sent the text message tryna test me (Woo)
I will buy your publishing, don't disrespect me (Woo, disrespect me, bitch, ugh)
Baby breath, baby breath, baby breath, baby breath (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ugh)
Baby breath, baby breath, baby breath, baby breath (Ah, ah, ah, ah, uh, eugh)
Make sure that your babies cannot eat, that's how I'm rockin' (That's how I'm rockin')
Like the bread I'm takin' from you, dog, you out of pocket, uh (You out of pocket, uh, pull up, shoot)
[Quavo & A$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
[A$AP Rocky]
I just put on for the set, pop my shit like it's Tourettes
Pink hair rollers, Alo sweats
Gettin' neck from Miss Claudette
He was tough up on the 'net, he was pussy when we met
She just DM me, direct, but I look better in the flesh
These ain't no checkers, this chess, boy
These LV checkers, not Vans, boy
Pick it up (Pick it up), pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah (Uh, uh, uh), pick it up (Shit)
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (Shit), pick it up, yeah
[A$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)
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)
[Quavo & A$AP Rocky]
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah (Hahaha), pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah, pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah (Hahaha), pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah, pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah
Que racontent les paroles de la chanson Baby Breath de Quavo ?
Quand le studio devient ring
Il y a des morceaux qui ressemblent à des réunions de chefs d'État. « Baby Breath » est de ceux-là. Quavo, Pharrell Williams, Tyler, The Creator et A$AP Rocky dans le même studio — ou du moins sur la même bande — c'est un alignement de planètes qui donne au projet une énergie particulière, presque électrique, comme si chacun sentait qu'il fallait hausser le jeu d'un cran pour exister face aux autres.
Pharrell pose le décor : un jet, un chef, des diamants qui « D-E-F » — le genre d'entrée en matière qui claque la porte dans la figure avant même que tu aies sonné. Il y a quelque chose d'amusant dans ce premier couplet, une arrogance jouée avec tant de légèreté qu'elle finit par être presque charmante. C'est Pharrell : même quand il fanfaronne, il le fait avec une espèce de grâce nonchalante.
Le souffle entre les coups
Quavo prend le relais et c'est là que le morceau trouve son rythme de croisière. Il y a une image qui revient, celle d'un homme tellement chargé d'or que son Richard Mille menace de glisser de son poignet : « 'til the Richard fall off of my wrist ». L'hyperbole est grotesque, assumée, et quelque part hilarante. Mais derrière la caricature, il y a un vrai sens du spectacle, une façon de transformer le quotidien du rappeur riche en épopée presque mythologique. Il se compare à un ornement au sommet d'un sapin de Noël — « I sit at the top like a motherfuckin' ornament » — et l'image est si absurde qu'elle en devient mémorable.
Tyler déraille, Rocky calcule
Là où les choses deviennent vraiment intéressantes, c'est quand Tyler déboule avec son énergie de déraillement contrôlé. Son « I will buy your publishing, don't disrespect me » est peut-être la punchline la plus tranchante du titre — une menace déguisée en transaction commerciale, une violence enveloppée dans un costume de businessman. Rocky, lui, arrive en mode chirurgien : « These ain't no checkers, this chess, boy », une déclaration d'intention stratégique dans un morceau où tout le monde joue plutôt à qui fera le plus de bruit. Entre ces quatre-là, « Baby Breath » tient moins de la chanson que d'un tournoi — et tout le plaisir est de regarder chacun jouer sa main.
Il y a des morceaux qui ressemblent à des réunions de chefs d'État. « Baby Breath » est de ceux-là. Quavo, Pharrell Williams, Tyler, The Creator et A$AP Rocky dans le même studio — ou du moins sur la même bande — c'est un alignement de planètes qui donne au projet une énergie particulière, presque électrique, comme si chacun sentait qu'il fallait hausser le jeu d'un cran pour exister face aux autres.
Pharrell pose le décor : un jet, un chef, des diamants qui « D-E-F » — le genre d'entrée en matière qui claque la porte dans la figure avant même que tu aies sonné. Il y a quelque chose d'amusant dans ce premier couplet, une arrogance jouée avec tant de légèreté qu'elle finit par être presque charmante. C'est Pharrell : même quand il fanfaronne, il le fait avec une espèce de grâce nonchalante.
Le souffle entre les coups
Quavo prend le relais et c'est là que le morceau trouve son rythme de croisière. Il y a une image qui revient, celle d'un homme tellement chargé d'or que son Richard Mille menace de glisser de son poignet : « 'til the Richard fall off of my wrist ». L'hyperbole est grotesque, assumée, et quelque part hilarante. Mais derrière la caricature, il y a un vrai sens du spectacle, une façon de transformer le quotidien du rappeur riche en épopée presque mythologique. Il se compare à un ornement au sommet d'un sapin de Noël — « I sit at the top like a motherfuckin' ornament » — et l'image est si absurde qu'elle en devient mémorable.
Tyler déraille, Rocky calcule
Là où les choses deviennent vraiment intéressantes, c'est quand Tyler déboule avec son énergie de déraillement contrôlé. Son « I will buy your publishing, don't disrespect me » est peut-être la punchline la plus tranchante du titre — une menace déguisée en transaction commerciale, une violence enveloppée dans un costume de businessman. Rocky, lui, arrive en mode chirurgien : « These ain't no checkers, this chess, boy », une déclaration d'intention stratégique dans un morceau où tout le monde joue plutôt à qui fera le plus de bruit. Entre ces quatre-là, « Baby Breath » tient moins de la chanson que d'un tournoi — et tout le plaisir est de regarder chacun jouer sa main.