AIR FORCE (BLACK DEMARCO)

歌詞

Been away a long time, very nice to see you Pussy boy don't really like me, I don't like him either Live on a rockstar street, next door a Beatle When I die, I'ma ask Jesus for a feature When they see him faintin', seizure Pop it, tee'd up (Woo), mama, see that? (Yeah) Had an anorexic model bitch, she was an eater (Yum) If a nigga tryna slime me, I'ma do him greasy I'm a guard in these streets, all my bars MVP My old hoes in D now, there's more fish in the sea Kiss my kids 'fore I sleep, RIP ODB Fuck CO, fuck CO, please (What the fuck OBBS?) We wear jeans, we wear three Wear my heart on my sleeve Where your broad? She with me Fuck you mean, "Fuck you mean," nigga? Fuck a check up, nigga, run a check up Let 'em rest up, tell 'em, "Catch up" Let me dress it up, watch me flex up Let me switch this down, shawty, turn around 'Rari car alarm going off (Ooh) Drive it like it's stolen, pulling off (Ah) Fuck the world, nigga living by the law (Ooh) Niggas showing out, I'm going up It's really good to see you (It's so good to see you) Very nice to see you (Very nice to see you) Once again (We high, we high, we high) You're atoned Bumblebees are buzzin' (Bumblebees are buzzin') Alarms are ringing the bells again (We high, we high, we hi-) Gimme at least a vest, gimme at least some SIGS Gimme at least a vest, gimme at least some blicks Gimme at least a vest, gimme at least some SIGS Gimme at least a vest, gimme at least them blicks Pretty boy hoppin' off the porch Pretty boy hoppin' off the porch City boy mobbin' in New York Pretty boy model in Dior Real wolf pack from the door Smokin' boof pack like a pack of Newports Judge want my ass, smoke a pack in the court Kickin' in your door, all black Air Force Old school whip, got a phone and it's cordless Glass slippers porcelain, it match with the toilets I'm the type of nigga, jump your man, Air Jordan I'll be with your bitch late night, James Corden Lay back nervous, I'm back, but a different version I got her scratchin' the walls, you barely scratching the surface I ain't coppin' no purses and I ain't swappin' no verses Takin' pics through the glass, it's hard to feel like a person 'Rari car alarm going off (Ooh) Drive it like it's stolen, pulling off (Ah) Fuck the world, nigga living by the law (Ooh) Niggas showing out, I'm going up It's really good to see you (It's so good to see you) Very nice to see you once again (Always, we high, we high, we high) You're atoned (And the bumblebees are buzzin') Bumblebees are buzzin' (I can't help but love you) Alarms are ringing the bells again (Oh, we high, we high, we high) Free your mind Floating on the current (Floating on the current) Our hearts are racing, we're never feeling 'lone again We high, we high, we high (Ooh) We high, we high, we high (Yeah, oh) We high, we high, we high (Ooh) We high, we high, we high (We high, we are)