Lyrics:
the look on my face
I had a feeling you'd write back
And your mail I got today
But I'll be honest though
This school shit ain't really meant for me
to the heights Brooklyn in my bloodline
A couple joints hitting my jack this ain't a love line
Back when I was broke sitting on a mail box
Y'all wanted niggas who
take that
If you was to ever just say that you need me then I would just be there
Like over the night mail it's over the night air
cnd this is
haters toasting to it
When you getting mail
That's how you post to do it
Sign, sealed, delivered
I'm stamping allat
Going broke to look rich
Never condon
That hoes done bought me
Scoping Air Force 1's, hoes that jock me
Jay'Ton the pimp, you don't wanna see
Stepping out the Cadillac
With Kim and Rockell
in yo face
Like our deadeye on
Air Forces, beam on the stick
Turn my Jedi on
Take him straight to the Arabs
I ain't selling phones
Heard you got some
her go explore
Put it in the air, brother
Man, if it's smoke, it's war
Two sticks
I'll let 'em spark like a eagle scout
I'm the real road runner
Just
TECs with air holes yo
He had to cool them off
Style on Forbes, I'm talkin' Double X L
Told pussy I need a skirt
I sent 10 in the mail
Break 'em down, we
magic disappears
That black hole sorrow break the most austere
Now evil in the air, black tones sound fear
Though even if you stare black veils, all clear
like the flu
Yeah and most of all most of y'all bitch made
So Baby S and King T
Emerge from the shizznade
And put it in the air
Like the chronic you
a Dubai
Ne metto due a 90-180 come le Nike Air
Fai la quercia ma sei un bonsai
G mai, stai solo su G Mail
Non vieni qui mai, stai sul pc sei un file
Io
Shuffling through a High Street portico
Walking through a wide screen in Church Row
She can’t take the Underground
She can walk on air
We will see
got the address to his spot gave the order send them shots caught em lacking checking mail at the box ,
Knocked that pussy nigga straight out his socks
that bitch and wear it out
Ask your homie and them do it work?
Cock that bitch and air it out
Going to jail or down just ain't something I cared about
claque
Et qu’une nouvelle s’ouvre sur demain
Le temps que je t’escorte au pied de ta porte
Tu apparais comme un diable, l’air de rien
Et Choupa Choup,
when I check's up in the mail after been broke for so long
Sex with you is like, like getting off the bench and shorty is there to take you home
It's
Now Noah got his instructions through the holyland mail
He picked up that hammer started pounding those nails
But my roof is leaking I'm lining
turns out you was blowin hot air, Kenny G
But you was cool, accepted you instantly
Not a groupie but you had a few tendencies
And though we share a few
Sex wit you is like
When the check comes in the mail
After being broke for so long
Sex wit you is like
It?s like gettin' out the pen
And shawty's
for my sistas, yeah
Put your hands up in the air
Put your hands up
Just a little something to let you know how much I love you, baby
Sista
the 5-0
Niggas out here ballin' for a season
Watch these bitches, they are so misleadin'
This real nigga air you cannot breathe in
I just want you to give
the waves will make you forget if you forgive
All of that dust in the air just adds to the beauty
And the sun's going down behind a pink velvet veil
Why don't you get me a water with ice
Jump in the air and don't think twice
Why don't you get me a silvery vice
to pounce around the town
None of it
with T.R., with C.C. and Antt
Three Gs and cap, four thousand with tax
Might buy it and never wear it, freak bitches, I'm sharin'
Fuck wrong with air
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