Paroles de Airborne aquarium


pochette album Airborne aquarium
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Date de parution : 01/01/2010

Durée : 0:02:51

Style : Hip Hop/Rap

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I'm gettin' hella mail from jail, niggas tellin' me to kill it
When they get out i'll bring them 'round some bitches
Shinobi, how i kick it, "american ninja" major motion picture
Flippin' my remote, same way i do them ho's

But she already know before she touch my chevy door
Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
Know i'm prepared for whatever, if you know what i been through

Rear-view, clear vision, memories of paid dues
Confined to a runway, thunderstorms came through
But look what it came to, somethin' that amazes you
Soon as you quit hatin' and hear what i gotta say to you

Baby blue, souls d's, white 11, '96
No retro card came with this
Same year, my impala with the floor shift
Four door suicide, muscle car, chauffeured

Shawty body chocolate, russel stover
Brung weed wit' her whenever i invite her over
Polo sweater, teddy belt hangin' off her shoulder
No care over here so we put it in the air

Walkin' 'round my house, say she wanna fuck everywhere
That's cool, baby, but i just got that pool table
We ain't gotta stay away from it, it's all good
If you wanna get under it then i guess i can fuck with it

Before i got on this beat, it made out a bucket list
And these boys, i granted this death wish
Legendary lay-up jordan with the right-left switch
Hang time, hand glide, stir fried, chanky-eyed, shanghai

Candy rain, drizzle frame, i ride '87
Corvette zr1 to the t-top softened
Put 'em in the trunk bitch, all gassed up
She been drinkin' from the pump, that's all bad

Tryin' to pass, fucked around and crashed
Bitches all flip, fools tryin' to make it last
Emotional luggage, nothin' of it, i don't check bags
I just carry on, leave that bullshit in the past

Half rose, sean don, o.j. in my glass
Mimosa, testarossa program, bow ties curriculum
Doors open like a pendulum swingin'
Rockin' my jet set emblems

Foolish, the serve like wimbledon, interior cinnamon
The car that i'm sittin' in, calm my bad nerves
I call her my ritalin, just kiddin'
Not pillin', just element twistin'

From the herb come the fire and the wind i'm livin'
Not pillin', just element twistin'
From the herb come the fire and the wind i'm livin'
From the herb come the fire and the wind i'm livin', yeah

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