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CLEAR THE AIR
by Haady HD
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No jay z I got the blueprint
I just been plotting scheming with the bros
Everyday I glow no blooming
Know we be smoking flowers by the O
Matter fact we smoke it in the O
For a fact I got love for my shorty for real
Like I cannot see no hoe
No I cannot be with a skeezer
Way too up smoking on sativa
I hold wheel I'm pushing my seat up
Bitch I'm back not giving my seat
This shit like musical chairs
I been running laps around this shit
Contrast don't compare
And you know ain't no love inside this shit
Like, like why would I care
As long as I get bread and stay clean
I don't give a fuck what I where
And you know if you make it in the bricks
You can make it anywhere
And I stay with a L inside my hand
Why the fuck would I clear the air
And I stay with a L inside my hand
But no I ain't taking no Ls
I was pushing that shit no Ls
And we pull in that big body four deep no Uber XL
Even my ex wanna see me excel
It's crazy my shorty name is Heaven
But shorty be giving em hell
Nowadays I'm trying to kick that door
Before I was ringing a bell
Not bout bread not ringing a bell
And Spazzo you know that's my brother for real
Locked in like Kennan & Kell
Matter fact we like Curry & Clay
Matter fact we like Melo & PJ
I be smoking in designer PJs
Probably in the middle of the PJs
No jay z I got the blueprint
I just been plotting scheming with the bros
Everyday I glow no blooming
Know we be smoking flowers by the O
Matter fact we smoke it in the O
For a fact I got love for my shorty for real
Like I cannot see no hoe
No I cannot be with a skeezer
Way too up smoking on sativa
I hold wheel I'm pushing my seat up
Bitch I'm back not giving my seat
This shit like musical chairs
I been running laps around this shit
Contrast don't compare
And you know ain't no love inside this shit
Like, like why would I care
As long as I get bread and stay clean
I don't give a fuck what I where
And you know if you make it in the bricks
You can make it anywhere
And I stay with a L inside my hand
Why the fuck would I clear the air
And I stay with a L inside my hand
But no I ain't taking no Ls
I was pushing that shit no Ls
And we pull in that big body four deep no Uber XL
Even my ex wanna see me excel
It's crazy my shorty name is Heaven
But shorty be giving em hell
Nowadays I'm trying to kick that door
Before I was ringing a bell
Not bout bread not ringing a bell
And Spazzo you know that's my brother for real
Locked in like Kennan & Kell
Matter fact we like Curry & Clay
Matter fact we like Melo & PJ
I be smoking in designer PJs
Probably in the middle of the PJs
