| You know I got the fire
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| And know NY to Cali though
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| Way down in ATL they smokin' and drink, oh
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| But do my thing in St. Louis, Chicago
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| Kick out, kick out
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| Then you flip out, flip out
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| Then you dip out, dip out
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| Tell ‘em (Put it in the air)
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| Kick out, kick out
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| Then you flip out, flip out
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| Then you dip out, dip out
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| Tell ‘em (Put it in the air)
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| Well it’s your nigga lookin' jiggy riggy Rah
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| Extraterrestrial hoes give me the jar
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| Jaw jacker, 99 percent perfecto
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| Millie hot booze in my biz more like peptol, cold
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| Show room floor to the gazebo
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| U.F.O. |
| bang the U.F.O. |
| shoe game
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| Sheet freak man, The Knux, that’s the two names
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| Staring on the whippy ass, this the very Shu Shang
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| Skating on two, though, straight from the hoe
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| To the booth in the VIP with the
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| Krispy, that’s my dawg, I play Alpha
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| He play Mohawk like Indian man Tanaka
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| Chuck Taylor low rise, blue denim, blue star
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| like Beckham the concoction
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| Roll with the city boy, chic model, body type
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| Mad kicks, clean figure, nails made, you got it right
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| You know I got the fire
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| And know NY to Cali though
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| Way down in ATL they smokin' and drink, oh
|
| But do my thing in St. Louis, Chicago
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| Kick out, kick out
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| Then you flip out, flip out
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| Then you dip out, dip out
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| Tell ‘em (Put it in the air)
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| Kick out, kick out
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| Then you flip out, flip out
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| Then you dip out, dip out
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| Tell ‘em (Put it in the air)
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| Georgia raise your speakers
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| Cheesecake, Bistro, pea coat and sneakers
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| Fresh day facial, my bad fresh basil
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| B-racial hazel eyes bitch
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| stuck with the slim broad
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| Tryna get my dick higher than the tower of Nimrod
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| Ay, but no brains
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| She like to play the mental games, I laugh (hahaha)
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| So look at Rah, flesh fresh, deaf and cleaned up
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| Flexin', brown leather jacket, downtown casino
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| You ain’t know rectangular
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| Ending up in more bars than the phones at Cingular
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| Won’t see me
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| Way hot Vespa, laptop and a Latte (a Latte?)
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| Yes, yes thank you man
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| I be damn if I ain’t best dressed thinking man
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| You know I got the fire
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| And know NY to Cali though
|
| Way down in ATL they smokin' and drink, oh
|
| I do my thing in St. Louis, Chicago
|
| Kick out, kick out
|
| Then you flip out, flip out
|
| Then you dip out, dip out
|
| Tell ‘em (Put it in the air)
|
| Kick out, kick out
|
| Then you flip out, flip out
|
| Then you dip out, dip out
|
| Tell ‘em (Put it in the air)
|
| You know I got the fire
|
| And know NY to Cali though
|
| Way down in ATL they smokin' and drink, oh
|
| But I do my thing in St. Louis, Chicago
|
| Kick out, kick out
|
| Then you flip out, flip out
|
| Then you dip out, dip out
|
| Tell ‘em (Put it in the air)
|
| Kick out, kick out
|
| Then you flip out, flip out
|
| Then you dip out, dip out
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| Tell ‘em (Put it in the air) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F!RE (Put It In The Air), artist - The Knux. Album song Remind Me In 3 Days..., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп