Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Air 'Em Out, artist - clipping.. Date of issue: 08.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Air 'Em Out |
| Shoulda made the noose a little tighter |
| Cause it ain’t nobody dead, yeah |
| We who are about to bang them drums (Bang) |
| Beatin' on a dead body ridin' shotgun |
| Talkin' that shit, bitch bite your tongue |
| See that ship over your city, better run, run |
| Your war is like a board game where he come from |
| Already bored, claiming your gang, «Pyong!» |
| go the gun |
| Boy, he on some other shit, check your solar system bitch |
| Don’t let a motherfucker catch you sleepin' at the wrong sun (Wrong sun) Son |
| the haters, send 'em into orbit |
| Higher than these motherfuckers claiming it’s they purpose |
| Turned and asked your partner why he started acting nervous (Brrat! |
| ) Keep talking, that’s lip service Rats! |
| Decided it was time to hit the surface Cats! |
| Sleepin' on it, write 'em off like cursive |
| Drown a fuckin' hater, his experience immersive |
| Now that he can feel it, call the doctors and the nurses up |
| Whatcha gon' do about it? |
| Ain’t nothin' new about it |
| Shoulda made the noose a little tighter |
| Cause it ain’t nobody dead, just some muhfuckin' riders |
| Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe) Air 'em out (Got the fire!) |
| Air 'em out (Wanna see?) Air 'em out (No!) |
| Shoulda made the noose a little tighter |
| Cause it ain’t nobody dead, just some muhfuckin' riders |
| Try to play a killer soft like silk (Salt) |
| Ol' Frelk ass gotta pay for the milk |
| Lies high off these lows when they step up in the party |
| Where they got up in they o’s like some fuckin' Oankalis |
| So it’s whips and chains, that’s they game |
| Like it was in bulk, back when a mack could slang |
| With his partners tryna make his fuckin' name in the traps |
| All the way from Panshekara to the Kefahuchi tract |
| Snatch a hoochie with a smile, tap her from the back |
| If somebody try to stop you, tell that dick to back back |
| Back back, back back, stack racks, invisible |
| Five deep, strapped, hangin' out a black dirigible |
| Playin' shit is critical, masses massive |
| Masked mass murderer, mastiff, barking at the moon |
| That done been walked on, hit the kill switch |
| Your ass still movin' backwards when they choke you with that real, trick! |
| Whatcha gon' do about it? |
| Ain’t nothin' new about it |
| Shoulda made the noose a little tighter |
| Cause it ain’t nobody dead, just some muhfuckin' riders |
| Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe) Air 'em out (Got the fire!) |
| Air 'em out (Wanna see?) Air 'em out (No!) |
| Shoulda made the noose a little tighter |
| Cause it ain’t nobody dead, just some muhfuckin' riders |
| Come up off your smooth talk, playa this raspy (ahem) |
| You stuck on Morse code, playa, this is ASCII |
| Your birthright make you scared to get nasty |
| The keyword is Kemmer, that’s what yo' ass need (yeah) |
| Anybody buggin' get it in the mandible (shit) |
| Got a problem, better hit 'em on they ansible |
| Ain’t nobody flyin' just because they fly here |
| You could trip sets, real playas trip lightyears |
| Tightrope time, twinkle toes, and what? |
| Is you ridin' or not? |
| Everybody’s hands up |
| Who they want? |
| (Who they want?) Game over (Game over) |
| Ol' leech callin' anyone who ain’t sober |
| Old leakin' ass man in the corner |
| Talkin' that shit to the sky is a warnin' |
| You might wanna pay attention what he sayin' |
| 'Cause the Ekumen ain’t everything and these killas ain’t playin', ho! |
| Whatcha gon' do about it? |
| Ain’t nothin' new about it |
| Shoulda made the noose a little tighter |
| Cause it ain’t nobody dead, just some muhfuckin' riders |
| Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe) Air 'em out (Got the fire!) |
| Air 'em out (Wanna see?) Air 'em out (No!) |
| Shoulda made the noose a little tighter |
| Cause it ain’t nobody dead, just some muhfuckin' riders |
| (Ride on, ride on, ride on) |
| (Ride on, ride on, ride on) |
| (Ride on, ride on, ride on) |
| (Ride on) |