Lyrics:
on a Friday livin on tha edge,
'Cause we all got 'dem hard heads.
It's seems like we all are waitin,
For a drive by playin tag wit satan.
But we chillin yeah we
life isn't done
We got it, it's a breeze
Windows down, we're flying by
cnd this fresh air smells like paradise
cnd we've got our destination right,
love that shit, you celibate
I'll turn you into the freakest bitch
Have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollars
Y'all bitches know what my
of fear
That's all I really hear
But now I'm here
Airborne
Feel it in the air
Airborne
Love is in the air
Airborne
Strength is in the air
Airborne
Supply and the demand it's all capitalism
Niggaz don't sell crack cause they like to see blacks smoke
Niggaz sell crack cause they broke, my battle lyrics
All the shit we can
I know I put you through a lot
And I be ditching plans
Then you see me out
Popping Clicquot on my Instagram
Look at how we living
We
Just some freaks and an air bnb
Man I love to escape come find out
Been with a stay cay no fly outs
Stick to the L rides lets slide out
I’m at 33
Sometimes, sometimes you just know, you just know, that's all
I can feel it comin' in the air tonight, hold on
I've been waiting for this moment
When our back's against the wall, we bang our way out
I'm in the gettin money mode, livin by the street code
Bout to have, every corner of this rap
to love you
If you call me baby I'll be always yours
The lady of my life is out o' really feeling.
The real deal, giving you nothing but sex-appeal.
the street
With bundles of that ghetto love, to give it to kids
Momma said, never get high on your own supply
Especially if you plan to leave this hood
hands up in the air!
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call
air supply
As the bricks in the walls they build begin to multiply
Closing in, like that kid at school with no friends, he used to be a bully now he’s
Toby, one for the gentleman!
Hear the birdies cheeping
Helps to keep it cheery
Toby!
Throw the old woman out!
God, that's good!
What's your
right?
You see the struggle, right?
Stardom, applaud ‘em, you love it, right?
It’s the fuckin’ life
Fast cars and a couple bad broads
And we all livin’ for
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
side can all get blown out the park (Out the park)
You always got my name in your mouth like a orthodontist
Ain't no one to blame but yourself, sad, but
ooze it
I only doubted myself due to knowing
That most of you did
Still it's all love, dawg
I don't hold grudges
I taught myself love, dawg
I don't owe
motherfuckers
And all the baddest bitches pretending
That they love us fucking the soul out us
We call ‘em "The Golden-Mouthers"
Paying for the service with
Louis
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
y'all
(Are we on the air?)
We here for Dilla tonight
(Are we on the air?)
Yo, show love it's ma dukes
Flowing in file with a new style
Bounds all cleaned
money out
Sucking on your cheeks for the camera rapping for clout
Young for the youth kid in the head
Tell you the truth he going to lie on your grave
All
and to interfere
Ignite the love and instill the fear
Felt the vibes heard it crystal clear
Gave em pain they was well aware
Traded smoke for some fresher air
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
50 racks on me 120 in this car
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
Iced out dog tags Presidential R
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