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Air 'Em Out
clipping.
(Right on, right on, right on...)
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, yeah
We who are about to bang them drums (bang)
Beatin' on a dead body ridin' shotgun
Talkin' that shit, bitch bite your tongue
See that ship over your city, better run, run
Your war is like a board game where it come from
Already bored, claiming your gang
"Pyew!" go the gun, boy he on some other shit
Check your solar system bitch
Don't let another motherfucker catch you sleeping on the wrong sun (wrong sun)
Son the haters, send 'em into orbit
Higher than these motherfuckers claiming it's their purpose
Turned and asked your partner why he acting nervous (brrat!)
Keep talking, that's lip service
Rats decided it was time to hit the surface
Cats sleeping on it, write 'em off like cursive
Drown a fuckin' hater, his experience immersive
Now that he can feel it, call the doctors and the nurses up
Whatcha gonna do about it, ain't nothin' new about it
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders
Air 'em out (let 'em breathe)
Air 'em out (got the fire!)
Air 'em out (wanna see)
Air 'em out (no)
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders
Try to play a killer soft like silk (salt)
Old frail gas gotta play for the milk
Lies high off these lows when they step up in the party
Where they got up in they o's like some fuckin' (?)
Whips and chains, (?) game like it was in bulk
Back when a mack could slang
With his partners tryna make his fuckin' name in the traps
All the way from (?) to be careful who she track
Snatch a hoochie with a smile, tap her from the back
It's somebody try to stop you, tell that dick to back back
Back back, stack racks, invisible
Five deep, strap hangin' like dirigible
Playin' shit is critical, masses massive
Masked mass murderer, mastiff barking at the moon
That them bein' walked on, hit the kill switch
Your ass done movin' backwards when they choke you with that real trick
Whatcha gonna do about it, ain't nothin' new about it
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders
Air 'em out (let 'em breathe)
Air 'em out (got the fire!)
Air 'em out (wanna see)
Air 'em out (no)
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders
Come up off your smooth talk, playa this raspy
You stuck on Morse code, playa this ASCII
Your birthright make you scared to get nasty
The keyword is (?), that's what your ass need
Anybody buggin' can get it in the mandible, shit
Got a problem, better hit 'em on they (?)
Ain't nobody flyin' just because they fly here
You could trip sets, real playas trip lightyears
Tightrope time, twinkle toes and what?
Is you ridin' or not? Everybody's hands up
Who they want? (Who they want?)
Game over (Game over)
Ol' leech callin' anyone who ain't sober
Old leakin' ass man in the corner
Talkin' that shit to the sky is a warning
You may wanna pay attention to what he's sayin'
Cause the ecumen ain't everything and these killas ain't playin', ho!
Whatcha gonna do about it, ain't nothin' new about it
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders
Air 'em out (let 'em breathe)
Air 'em out (got the fire!)
Air 'em out (wanna see)
Air 'em out (no)
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders
(Ride on, ride on, ride on...)
compositores: Daveed Diggs
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Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, yeah
We who are about to bang them drums (bang)
Beatin' on a dead body ridin' shotgun
Talkin' that shit, bitch bite your tongue
See that ship over your city, better run, run
Your war is like a board game where it come from
Already bored, claiming your gang
"Pyew!" go the gun, boy he on some other shit
Check your solar system bitch
Don't let another motherfucker catch you sleeping on the wrong sun (wrong sun)
Son the haters, send 'em into orbit
Higher than these motherfuckers claiming it's their purpose
Turned and asked your partner why he acting nervous (brrat!)
Keep talking, that's lip service
Rats decided it was time to hit the surface
Cats sleeping on it, write 'em off like cursive
Drown a fuckin' hater, his experience immersive
Now that he can feel it, call the doctors and the nurses up
Whatcha gonna do about it, ain't nothin' new about it
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders
Air 'em out (let 'em breathe)
Air 'em out (got the fire!)
Air 'em out (wanna see)
Air 'em out (no)
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders
Try to play a killer soft like silk (salt)
Old frail gas gotta play for the milk
Lies high off these lows when they step up in the party
Where they got up in they o's like some fuckin' (?)
Whips and chains, (?) game like it was in bulk
Back when a mack could slang
With his partners tryna make his fuckin' name in the traps
All the way from (?) to be careful who she track
Snatch a hoochie with a smile, tap her from the back
It's somebody try to stop you, tell that dick to back back
Back back, stack racks, invisible
Five deep, strap hangin' like dirigible
Playin' shit is critical, masses massive
Masked mass murderer, mastiff barking at the moon
That them bein' walked on, hit the kill switch
Your ass done movin' backwards when they choke you with that real trick
Whatcha gonna do about it, ain't nothin' new about it
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders
Air 'em out (let 'em breathe)
Air 'em out (got the fire!)
Air 'em out (wanna see)
Air 'em out (no)
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders
Come up off your smooth talk, playa this raspy
You stuck on Morse code, playa this ASCII
Your birthright make you scared to get nasty
The keyword is (?), that's what your ass need
Anybody buggin' can get it in the mandible, shit
Got a problem, better hit 'em on they (?)
Ain't nobody flyin' just because they fly here
You could trip sets, real playas trip lightyears
Tightrope time, twinkle toes and what?
Is you ridin' or not? Everybody's hands up
Who they want? (Who they want?)
Game over (Game over)
Ol' leech callin' anyone who ain't sober
Old leakin' ass man in the corner
Talkin' that shit to the sky is a warning
You may wanna pay attention to what he's sayin'
Cause the ecumen ain't everything and these killas ain't playin', ho!
Whatcha gonna do about it, ain't nothin' new about it
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders
Air 'em out (let 'em breathe)
Air 'em out (got the fire!)
Air 'em out (wanna see)
Air 'em out (no)
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders
(Ride on, ride on, ride on...)
compositores: Daveed Diggs
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