Lyrics:
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
keeps avoiding us
They tempt by distraction we send no reaction keep it simple
I hear a signal coming over us
(The air)
We keep regulations on our
There's smoke in the air supply
A doomed obsession, of being second to none
Our good intentions, makes us come undone
Garbled words of reason, under buzz
to the Air BnB
I just get off the phone with Roy
Told him we gon' to leave
Let's start this BN war
Step brothers CMG
Fell asleep on the jig
30 racks
the time is nigh
Songs, like trees, your air supply
You gotta pay it forward
You gotta give it back
We're seeding as you're reading
The lyrics to this track
lighters in the air
The album starts now pussy bitch and I hope you all prepared
I hope you all prepare
Fuck
cool
supply & demand rules, replaced by A&R rules
a scholar of the next school
who wasn't trying to hear that
so principals and teachers abroad began
the air
Living under one broken sky
Maybe you can tell me why
I close my eyes and dream of days gone by
I'm the one who keeps our love alive
My heart is
The highest caliber make it a night to remember like Shalamar
Then escape to Havana with Assata I do what I gotta
Planes get shot down in Cuban air
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
signin' good music, but I'm gonna
Supply it Talkin' to the flyest, top floor of the
Hyatt Album bout to ship, I got it covered like
A pirate My album ain't
air Supply When you See me you Back a live Brooklyn Where She Reside
Cooking mama style In Front of Law Shuck and jive Holding hands Say nothing to Hide
a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry owe!
Words and Music by Dave Mustaine
Angry Again from the Megadeth Album Hidden Treasures
the life
Autumn chief leakin' in the air on the weekend
Put it down by the evenin', that's my kind of season
Cash crop is decent, I'm not even gonna pretend
breath all after that was like the best air every time
After that I knew that shit would have me by the grip for life yeah, but these other souls they be
You know these days
I've been troubled
And I'm drinking up the last supplies
Waiting for the brand new
Darker skies
And the ball dropped in Times
grandkids, can feed they damn kids
And Collin Park throw ya hands in the air
Jump before I turn 'em in a Cool J affair
My word is my bond, every summer I'm
in thin air, there go Game, nigga where?
Posted on the block in them black Airs
In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear
Yeah, that V12 is
Fingers are sticky with money filth. How much consumed before we die
Super-sized by every meal deal. Visein dripping in our eyes
Fix obesity with
can breath this air again
Til then...
Now take a break down by the lake to rest your weary bones
Find a piece of arable land that you can call your
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
gasoline
Then pour it all on my sounds
Just shaved my head it looks clean
its all part, of my plan
If I’m hanging on by a thread
Good luck is still in my
The tension in the air is broke
Thanks to marijuana shmoke
And nostrils only flarin’ ‘cause we French-inhalin’ chronic though
Relax- take a trip back
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our fourth album and we're still not takin' no shorts
Yeah, ha hah!
On the wheels
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