Lyrics:
put you in the shadow realm
Leave you starry eyed
Like you under spell
Smell of gunpowder in the air
Sirens comin but I disappear
I really want an album
made an album for you
What if it was by you for me?
I see your grin everytime my eyes are opened
'Cause when they're closed it's 'cause you chose I
Your life has changed by the way that I walk,
Crucify me cause of the way that I talk.
Y’all hate when I say that I’m repping New York,
I’ve Been
know this was supposed to be for my album tho?)
(Oh whateva)
(Its okay)
When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying
down to play with my children
Now I got bands, I'm playin' with millions
But, I can't lie and say, "I don't miss you"
Knowin' the I'm Him album
I'm more breaded
My Lord better
Success in the air, my poors said it
They say I'm the greatest, nigga, them whores said it
Hopped in a Rolls, 2020,
to no good the whole world would ask us
And when the girls would walk by we would try to catch their eye
And if they didn't show face we would act
What's love, this is love right here
Been working my ass off
Droppin' three albums this year
I'm a perfectionist, I ain't dropping shit till it's
Yo
Yo
This for all the girls I know that would never tell me no
Who post photos wit' quotes by Marilyn Monroe
Swear they ain't diggin' for no
where you gon' lay
(yeah, ayy) better have you a strap cause
You know I'm clutching (Bitch)
My team don't like when I go
To the mall all by myself
I told
you're so fuckin' cool
With your nose in the air, don't you?"
Debbie said, "What are you even talking about?
I've never even met you"
The girl said,
It's been evident, I have been
So hard on myself
I'm fighting with these demons
By myself, myself
It's been evident, I have been
So hard on myself
(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this
like Ross (Ugh)
550 Benz four doors
Praying for my niggas, they lost
Dyin' on things, they wolves
Ridin' on a gang that floss
Multiplyin by the gang
know what's going on over there
Ruger
Keep talkin', I'ma hang you by your tongue
Off the Def Jam building, wait for the cops to come
Little bum, fuck
the same, whoo, yeah, nothing new
I ain’t ordinary, boy…
The devil is destroyed
My job: to make him feel annoyed
Fly through the air, then hit him like
the bass hit when it strikes the ground
Everybody around will now hear the sound
I'm 'bout'a give y'all something they can talk about
Got my Air Max 90's,
loved
Oh love
Love makes the world go round
We only wanted to finish the album with the minimum amount of effort
Which we are now doing very
Nowy album jest w toku
Pierdolone headhunting na płytę roku
Wall street wa marszałkowska po zmroku
Więcej gwiazd niż na niebie w słuchawce telefonu
Jedni
all be single
My album comin out i air it out
Tryna handle my first little bit of clout
Im on broadway av filmin music videos you see me now
Im askin
air
Cause I don't care, no
Sipping till I drown, I'ma keep on going back around
Tell me when I'm all out, so she tell me she don't want me now
Swear
the volcans
And by the BBC
I am the ground underneath your feet
I am the air flying over these niggas
Wanna fuck with me
Cause I am definition of duality
Me
the dope, uh
Used to sleep on the air mattress my bitch strap on the floor, uh
Big homie would sell me shit, heard the West Coast got that coke
Fuck niggas
k By Thug Demand
Get the ringtone
Share
Comments
Print
Correct
(Chorus)
Im riding hard in the donk/
Lookin big in
Discuss these by air supply album air supply Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In