Lyrics:
nigga worth
Gettin' money everyday, not just 15th and the 1st
I whip out my dick, hoes quenchin' they thirst
I be tourin' with a warrant, spillin' Bel-Air
by the name of Smokey-lah and i do just what i like
(What i like what i like)
(Ruck)
Yes yes y'all its movin on and on
I be that afro nigga by
all in the air
The hundreds of bitches that we murdered
We ain't literally speakin'
We just team up and we squirt
All up in they hair
Give us some coke
don't care
Uh, uh, uh
I got faith, long like my hair
They be lookin' like they use nair
Had to go and lose it by myself
Had to go and prove it by myself
guns under the seat
And my nigga just came home from work, release
Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass that shit like you just
thinking what he on
Emo vibe on this one here
Cause I'm still hot like sun in a Moncler
Man give chat I'm a go air GoApe
That's what racists say when I run
your love, I'm just not whole!
But in the Mirror Dimension, where our hearts are laid bare
I see your love for me, floating in the air
Every time you go,
at her stance put me in a trance
Shoot my shot like fuck a chance
I’m that fuckin mans
I just wanna see yo body dance
All these racks on me gon make her
caboose
We ride for each other like dora and boots
Up in the air like I'm tied to a loose
They want me to fall but I cannot lose
I want the cream so give me
boutta blow some steam
Know the sound i bring always come with the dopamine
Your cannons are like new Rosanne, you never gonna air them things
All cap,
loving in the air
Baby I just wanna share my heart
Don't even know where to start
But I know we'll never part
Don't need to buy you a car
Don't need
the light
But who really cares we just throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring moet in her hair
Excuse me her weave the blue is a weave
Trunk full
She screaming like (Like like) she really bout that life
She said she’d leave but he like go ahead and she doesn’t
That’s how it be specially on Sundays
She screaming like (Like like) she really bout that life
She said she’d leave but he like go ahead and she doesn’t
That’s how it be specially on Sundays
I do not care
Sending someone in the air
His goons should prolly send a prayer
Yeah life ain't fair
Yeah
JJ on the beat
I live by one commandment,
Hipnotic yea
(Yea Yeah)
Shorty got a lotta lotta body yea
She likes the way I smoke
I'm looking like a Rastafarian
So much smoke up in the air
You think I
riled up every inch o' just before I took a mile
Trading words like bullets, vicious and vile
You living 9-5 while I was dreaming of some limelight
families, hit our folks, bombs bursting in air
Oh, say, can you see America face?
We share a pair of parents, took good care of the place
We just want
just need smart chick - in case I'm gone she can run the establishment
Turn up for bankroll
Lean low like a kangol
Use to smoke Grammys outside
we livin' like soldiers
We lovin' that thugsta shit so nigga just throw your pumps in the air
Then you pump pump put one in a coppa like ya just
I'm just a nut tryna bust a nut in the nut shell
Used to say fuck the police, now I say fuck jail
Same shit, different air freshner
I don't play boy, I
Menina menina
You’re looking like a fresh face
Back seat driving to the coast
Just to get you some air now
I stacked you up in boxes
I can’t open up
I
B-b-b-back the fuck up before you scuff mine, punk
I am a pilot, and I be fly in
The skies just like when
I'm droppin' bombs from a plane up high
This a dog
like a Sams Club
Either I kill then its not no other way
Yes Indeed like im checking resumes
Callin plays man this shit go by the day
Slidin thru
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