Lyrics:
Yeah, bitch, bitch, uh, it's B.O.E., bell over everybody shit
Murder on my mind, I been clouded by the madness
This shit gon' get sticky, watch that
sports or anything really i
Felt neglected by my family
Growing up as well i've had
Many ideas that always felt
Superior compared to others, I
Knew that my
in the air (ok)
I swear, I get head like Bayers
And I can do anything to her but pay her (hah!)
Now say MOB
I make a whole lot of money, I'm
for front? E nobi border me
With Doctor Dre dem for my ear I be Dey for air
The grand their face be dasor dey lek dey komot for terre
Inside
it
My walkin til I'm crippled, talkin sick wit it
Top of shiznit, til it get noted that I'm liquid
Quick we bustin on all you rivals
All about
too dark to see the driver inside
I heard a voice but I couldn't see the face
And it asked me if I wanted to race
Then he lit a cigarette and by
the air is distant, ha u bone hantle
Ba bone ho na le commotion-nyana e bang mono
Ha ba re, ba bona motho eane ea ntho e khubelu a sa oela
One-two, kae-kae
Air Freestyle
2023
ManuAir
Blasto
Ehi Ehi
Entro parto e ti incanto
Tipo Ronaldo sul campo
Faccio il pazzo sulla base cazzo spacco l'impianto
Mi
[Intro: N-Tyce]
Yeah yeah, whutsup, this is N-Tyce
Ya'll know what I'm talkin bout, got them lyrics for ya nahimsayin
People just look at me
G.M.E in this bitch
HDMG in this bitch
I was down on my dick
Told 'em I'd be up again in a minute but they didn't listen
Asked God to remove who
Girl I seen you round the way
You so damn fine I hesitated
If I get you I'll be hated
By yo man he'll feel a way
I'll do the race and I'll replace
Ladies and gentlemen
The secret word is 'paper'
P-A-P-E-R
Really?
You bet your life!
I made more money off a hobby than a job could ever pay me
But
Cause I just ain't got time
Been moving on space time
Got word through the grape vine
Lil bro bro want some problems
That nigga lied
He talkin' like he
vicious, grab that lil' bitch by the collar, ayy
Bitch ain't have no cup, we poured it up in water bottles
If that bitch come off the hip, then don't say
my bitch, why everything I do got stop
I stab my friends back, only when he's sayin' I drop
You talkin' shit, by God, you gonna rest on the docks
Fuck
vicious, grab that lil' bitch by the collar, ayy
Bitch ain't have no cup, we poured it up in water bottles
If that bitch come off the hip, then don't say
reppin)
I'm the freshest from dirty, Westside rollin close to {?}
From the alley, habits, might die from a overdose
On a mission my vision, clouded by
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
sleeves.
Four-door swoosh made by Nike.
Drop-top jumpan suit, by Mike E.
Got to like my player, I'm in it for the dough.
I'm in it for show, matter fact
Federal, federal, federal, federal, fed
Who? Wow, he was talkin' to me?
Man, put that shit in a envelop, put a address on it
We don't do diss
Yeah
Yeah, fuck I'm talkin' 'bout right here?
Niggas ain't ready knowhatimsayin?
My nigga P kiss, c'mon
Livin the life, steady keepin it tight
Never
of the crop when it's time to do a show
Girlies on my jock for my dope intro
As I glance at E-Double, kickin' microphone wrecker
Turn on my cordless, sayin' mic
Cause I'm the cream of the crop when it's time to do a show
Girlies on my jock for my dope intro
As I glance at E-Double, kickin' microphone wrecker
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