Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Up in the Air, artist - Merkules. Album song Canadian Bacon, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.09.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Merkules
Song language: English
Up in the Air |
Everybody knows when we come around |
You gotta put your drinks up in the Air |
Everybody knows we don’t fuck around |
You better put your drinks up in the Air |
Everybody knows we don’t fuck around |
You better put your drinks up in the Air |
Everybody knows when we come around |
You better put your drinks up in the Air |
I showed up with a bottle of scotch |
Two Blunts in my ear and a model that’s hot |
Got the goons all with me and a pocket full of stacks |
Whole team looking fly cause i got’em on my back |
2 Fifths of henny and a bottle full of jack |
I’m Still with the program hoping on a Track |
I keep it greasy, believe me i got this |
He who’s a G, drinks free in a Moshpit |
I’m so drunk that i can’t even see clear |
Blame it on the bitches and the weed and the free beer |
They come close to get a wif of the aroma |
I’m drinking straight rum, while these bitches sip coronas |
Then i don’t know if imma make it home safely |
Drinking in a circle, now these earkles wanna race me |
My girl said slow down, i said make me |
Now I got the pigs on mah tail, they tryna chase me |
Everybody knows when we come around |
You gotta put your drinks up in the Air |
Everybody knows we don’t fuck around |
You better put your drinks up in the Air |
Everybody knows we don’t fuck around |
You better put your drinks up in the Air |
Everybody knows when we come around |
You gotta put your drinks up in the Air |
It’s six Am and I still haven’t slept yet |
Take another shot and just chill would be my best bet |
Mad People keep calling my phone still |
The drug starts to kicking and i’m feeling them cold chills |
Oh well, It’s all a part of the process |
Pop another pill and then i roll what i got left |
Every night’s another party to me |
Head home with two chicks that’s a party at three |
Wine, weed and Women man it’s hard to be me |
So we Hotbox the spot till you hardly can see |
I’m runnig out of energy, i’m running out of Patience |
Nothing but a bunch of emtpy bottles in the basement |
Face it, we gon keep the party poppin off |
Any kind of fix you need, you know we got it all |
And you could bring who you please, give you’re momma a call |
Ask me if think it’s a problem I’mma tell 'em «Not at all» |