conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Studio (Freestyle) with the following description: With his sixth album X in stores, Breezy stopped by Power 106′s “Liftoff” show on Tuesday for promotion. The R&B star shows off his freestyle skills over ScHoolboy Q’s “Studio”.
  
  Breezy reused this verse on the 2015 track “Remember Me” from his collaborative project Fan of a Fan: The Album with Tyga. On the album, Breezy and Tyga collaborated with ScHoolboy Q on the track “Bitches N Marijuana”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Oh, we got this beat?
  [Chorus]
  I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you, baby
  Oh, song so f'ing dope, girl, it's hard not for me to blaze it, let's go
  To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I could play with
  Huh, aight, let me see, let me see what I got
  [Verse]
  Okay, I be bangin' all on that beat
  808, she got the bass when her booty shake
  ,
  She got her friends with her and they a sight to see
  All that butt, don't let it go to waste
  All this Hennessy, this liquor, 'bout to penetrate
  While I'm pushin' Lamborghini's on the interstate
  I long-stroke her, I'ma go for hours
  You minute-made like lemonade
  I'm fresh as hell in these Margielas
  As I skate pass, better than veterans
  Bipolar cold, give me the medicine
  My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison
  When I pull it out, chick nervous
  Better ride this wave, chick, surf it
  Girl, you better keep them legs open
  Only thing you close is these curtains
  Ha, and she only got time for a brother if I take her out to eat
  A brother really gotta motivate
  Man, that's too much work for the kitty, I don't work for the kitty
  Really don't communicate
  Ha, I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate
  I'd rather keep my money in a safe
  Man, I ain't got time to play
  I need it now, not a minute late
  Now she blowin' up my line on the cellular
  She wanna lock a brother down on the regular
  Talkin' crazy to me like she own it
  But I don't trust her as far as I can throw her
  Huh, mama told me to find a keeper
  But I switch like designer sneakers
  A girl with the finest features
  Every brother wanna talk to her, but I got her first, finders keepers
  Violins in the back is my theme music
  Her booty on my mind, I dream booty
  Any — wanna — my —
  Then it's off with his head, how kings do it
  My ring's ruby
  Red bandana, I stay woopin'
  Got too many cribs, I stay movin'
  Three Lambos, I stay coupin'
  Yeah, but you don't hear me though
  Virginia to the Westside
  My car foreign, the girl sit on the left side
  I'm smokin' weed on the plane, that's the best high
  She gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly
  Huh, it's helipads on the boat
  Chillin' in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco
  But nothin' compare to what's in my pants, girl, stop playin'