Lyrics:
bitches with a' looking like Aaliyah
We just pull up, hop out, go in, show out
Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard
This club so packed, these hoes
homie I don't really care, just gotta do it like a double dog dare
Or maybe like Nike, need a red bone with a real fat ass and some real pretty hair, damn
dance, no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Alright, okay, I don't dance,
Baby this is your last dance; you know how you do it
There's no nigga like you and there'll never be another nigga like you
Put your foot on these
Like it was my last name and first name Joe
But my middle name Joseph and I’m still broke
I just love to perform and put on a show
Grew up doing this
2020 loss, against Joe Biden and he’s still working hard
Like hes got more fight in em’
Lets talk about, Nikki Haley raised by immigrant family
Worked
the music chose me
When I'm writing I don't know what takes control of me
It's like I black out again
Hours go by and I keep writing them
Zoned in again
Feel
if they say so, well I must be
Big lips, wide nose
God knows no one will trust me
Mum don't look like me
But thank God she still loved me
this bitch down, rebuild it like it's Rome (haha)
I check out the news, RIP Lil' Marlo (Marlo)
They done killed a baby, took a breath with a hollow
Ass in The air
Throw that cash in the air
Ass in The air
Throw that cash in the air
Ass in The air
Throw that cash in the air
Ass in The air
Throw
every guy looks like me
That mental quota rollercoaster
Miller Lites on dirty sofas
Settle down before they ghost ya'
Quit it man just do you
Oh, by
all this shit just way too serious
Yeah I’s poppin' pills to the point I's delirious
Wastin’ all my time on a fuckin' education
Now I’m trapped like our
bird on my stick like I'm hustle man and I just hope she's recovering
Flatline
Yeah I got bands like a backline
At a big show with a packed crowd
shawty
Woo woo woo woo score, and just mutha fucking be great
Woo woo woo woo score every time you mutha fucking wake
You must not woke up by the Lord, did
looking like Aaliyah
We just pull up, hop out, go in, show out
Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so
looking like Aaliyah
We just pull up, hop out, go in, show out
Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so
anorexic so my dick look like a pencil
I just fucked a bitch that smelled like toothpaste
I just got raped by a man in a toupee
He looked like Donald Trump
everywhere
My girl just like rico nasty sassy with no plastic hair
After I'm done with you you gone need sum chiropractic care
There was a moment that I hated
even think about it I just
Let it go, let it go, do my dance, do my dance
In the air, in the air, throw the hands, throw the hands
Let it go like
It’s not wise to come after I,
End up JK, wave your career goodbye,
Watch the man that stand by your side,
Cause some of them are just parasites,
If
Yeah product doing numbers brothers
Why me do my dance you know I'm just
Bussin' I'm bussin' consumer demand steady coming like we're hustlers
Just
Air, air
Air, a-air
Air, air
Air, a-air
I never let love in, I left it on the dresser
I never let love leave an impression
But like a fingerprint
Smells on the air
See there it's crushing the final impression
The stains on the paper
Where words fell like water
Unearth all the changes that
hands that be the move
Now your Posse is your fuckin Platoon
Stale cells, just flows through the air
I'm like a ninja, once I send ya down stairs
Then I
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