Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Air Bender, artist - B.o.B. Album song Elements, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Air Bender |
| Too real |
| Yeah, Yeah |
| Rush hour, fresh out the dealership |
| Me and my homies eat gefilte fish |
| I ain’t even worried about a silly bitch |
| Tell the feds chill with the censorship |
| Members only, I’m the only member with a membership |
| Trying real hard not to conversate with pessimists |
| Who always want to see you fall down like The London Bridge |
| Same song sung by a bunch of kids, can I live? |
| Tabloids watching which crib |
| Competition and the bitches got my name on they lips |
| Takin' shots like 1 8 7 is they favorite offense |
| Real dawg, should’ve came with a fence |
| Smokin' tree, baby I could pitch you a tent |
| A lot of windows don’t be selfish baby call you a friend |
| I should make 'em box for Benihana, wake up in the mornin' feed em left over |
| Benihana |
| Eatin' sushi off her body no karate I’m the inter-sake |
| 3 ninjas, Tum Tum, Colt, & Rocky |
| Bloodsport Van Damme |
| Polo can’t manage |
| Even with my eyes shut, I would never take damage.(Too Real) |
| You should build a room for the panic |
| Switch my whole style up |
| Capoeira fight dancing |
| Not to say I’m Bobby gettin' fancy |
| I should probably change my name to Jamie |
| Soo Young lead me in a winehouse |
| Juntao kidnap her, throw her in the 'cedes |
| Now the asian enjoyin them some dim sum |
| You don’t know about it need to get one |
| How the car new but the rims young? |
| You got the foreign whip? |
| so what I’m on my 10th one |
| Yeah, niggas we deep in this bitch, right? |
| Stacking on them niggas like 'Jitsu |
| I’m a Great White you’re fish food |
| We should talk face to face like men do |
| But you too used to makin' moves how a bitch move |
| Probably wear the same pad that your bitch use |
| I’m just tryna show you what you been through |
| Spinnin' in the same circle like a rim do |
| OG in the game, strokes beard like Rick Rub' |
| Tokyo, they whippin' in the caddy, we can drift too |
| When I drift through, bad bitch mixed with hindu |
| She got every shoe except issues |
| Bag full of money, MAC makeup and a Shih Tzu |
| Or sake shots for my little Geisha |
| She’d rather die than give up our location |
| She gone turn to Chun-Li in any altercation |
| I ain’t gon lie that kinda turn me on, fuck her in the 'cedes |
| Jitsu, Jitsu, Jitsu, Jitsu |
| This is only the beginning, the road gets tougher, now that you’re a ninja, |
| and if I told you that, I guess it would ruin the moment |
| So I’ll tell you later |