Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear
When they open the box and inhale the pale air.
And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare
She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.
It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire
A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air
Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare
Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.
On the lines of a wire right in the nice air
Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair
A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there
Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.
When danielle or milan decide to fucking share
She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.
But now it's more declare
I'm running out of air
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