Multiple middle fingers in the air
The way they hit her i just stop and stare
And them which is more of a circus than a fair
She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.
But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there
Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air
Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,
I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care
Got our middle fingers in the air,
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair
I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air
I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there
Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.
Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare
I can smell it in the air
Right, now you say you don't care
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