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Air It Out
作詞:Qaadir Atkinson, Jason T Phillips
Work with me, I wanna thank y'all for comin' out tonight This is some real shit
Uh, huh first things first When a nigga money ain't right That makes things worst Now he's just breathing he can barely manage
And he's way past starvin' He's really famished His right hand man is up north, that's hurtin' 'em His cellphone bout to cut off, sprint jerkin' em
And his baby moms startin' to do her thing again She left him for a nigga pumpin' E up in Bengalton If his money was right, than maybe he could diss her But he can't, and niggas is breakin' his little sister
His pops just passed His mom use to be an occasional sniffer Then she started fuckin' with the glass Dude use to be a star back then
He had the Benz CL something But he just turned his car back in Mad carrots pawned all his rings Took a sting next thing I know
Money pawned all his bling Now he just like everybody With the same old plans That can't get over the hump
With the same old grams They was on the block making fun of him He slid off came back with his hammer And killed everyone of 'em
'Cause when I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe
Me and B I go man to man I know niggas with an asshole Full of parole that go hand in hand Fuck hot that's humidity
And you can't mix money with stupidity Even though I get my coke from Columbia My cars from Germany And my guns from Sicily
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Nothin' personal but I was raised different Hold my joint sideways so I blaze different Give it to anybody fuck an age difference From niggaz in the world to those in the ca [unverified]
Rub the kite on your chest and swallow the stamp At the end of the day they still gonna follow the champ It ain't about being lyrical 'Cause when I get in the booth
I make miracles and I ain't spiritual But I'm in tune with the hood so I'm better than you And when you see me comin' You know what is better to do
'Cause when I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe
Can't lie all I got is my balls and my vocals And the only security, I roll wit is my social It don't look decent It's like niggas left they crew in the hood
And went on the road with the precinct Had it up to here with this fake shit They don't even want a nigga to earn his Just give and take shit
Just make sure you mention my name in da top brackets And make sure they mention your name as the top faggot Trust me this go around I will not have it I'm puttin' niggas heads to bed like craftmatics
How you think your man died More money than respect And it wasn't close it was by a landslide Listen my nigga your work is sloppy
And I don't love them hoes but the purple got me If I don't do it with music I'mma do it wit poppy Just play the sideline and observe and watch me, let's go
'Cause when I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe
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