Og like the prince of bel air,
Runnin' this bitch like i do not care
Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there
You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air
I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air
Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere
To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air
Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear
A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there
She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.
When they open the box and inhale the pale air.
A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there
Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair
Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair
On the lines of a wire right in the nice air