Lyrics Air Force Ones - Mik

Air Force Ones

Yo, last year was amazing
Electric tazing
I hit the belly so hard
Even Fatboy knows I’m caking
Been a star back then
I’m a star right now
So I find it funny when
People call me a star in the making
Call me a bird man, I get birds
Don’t get it twisted cause I rhyme words
I get P for the nouns and verbs
Ain’t got time for the keyboard nerds
Might see me in a rave getting down
With a group of girls that get on my nerves
But it’s OK, but it’s all good
I get mine and she gets hers
When will I quit?
I don’t know
When will I stop?
I don’t know
I just wanna get paid for spitting these bars
In the rave, that’s all I know
Air Force Ones on my feet, they’re winning
Where did I get them?
I don’t know
My ex tried holla at me on the Facebook
For the quick linkup, I didn’t go
Chilling, in a room full of women
Air Force Ones on my feet, they’re winning
Big bum girl on my nutsack
Mad brain, head spinning
Nice bed, silk linen
Real talk, lights dimming
Deep end, wet, swimming
Hit the target, out for the killing
Let’s get paid in full like Cam
Take two pics in front of the cam
Man see me in the rave, get para'
Wifey knows who I am
She knows who I be
I’m not here for a staring contest
With next man that go to the gym
I’m just here for the girls and P
Came in the rave with bloodclart F
Came in the rave with bloodclart T
Cameras flashing, people snapping
Look who’s back with a fresh one, me
Reload, DJ, bring a next beat
Sunglasses on my face
I don’t wanna see no man on my face
All I wanna see is money, girls and more
When will I quit?
I don’t know
When will I stop?
I don’t know
I just wanna get paid for spitting these bars
In the rave, that’s all I know
Air Force Ones on my feet, they’re winning
Where did I get them?
I don’t know
My ex tried holla at me on the Facebook
For the quick linkup, I didn’t go
Chilling, in a room full of women
Air Force Ones on my feet, they’re winning
Big bum girl on my nutsack
Mad brain, head spinning
Nice bed, silk linen
Real talk, lights dimming
Deep end, wet, swimming
Hit the target, out for the killing
Yo, I’m getting it in
Don’t really care who’s putting it out
You must’ve thought I was joking around
Till you saw me with the longy out
She wants to know when I’ll be in
Told her «don't ring me when I’m out»
I get down in the West End town
Where the girls get paid, no doubt
I’m getting it in
Don’t really care who’s putting it out
You must’ve thought I was joking around
Till you saw me with the longy out
She wants to know when I’ll be in
Told her «don't ring me when I’m out»
I get down in the West End town
Where the girls get paid, no doubt
When will I quit?
I don’t know
When will I stop?
I don’t know
I just wanna get paid for spitting these bars
In the rave, that’s all I know
Air Force Ones on my feet, they’re winning
Where did I get them?
I don’t know
My ex tried holla at me on the Facebook
For the quick linkup, I didn’t go
Chilling, in a room full of women
Air Force Ones on my feet, they’re winning
Big bum girl on my nutsack
Mad brain, head spinning
Nice bed, silk linen
Real talk, lights dimming
Deep end, wet, swimming
Hit the target, out for the killing