Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In the Air, artist - Vado. Date of issue: 31.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In the Air |
| Slum! |
| We Da Best |
| Touch smooth, wuddup? |
| And Meech |
| Uh! |
| Huh? |
| Test smooth, straight face, you remember |
| Rest in peace to von zip |
| Zip code, 7−5 where the stars went |
| Back to back cause whips out front black on black |
| Roses on the dashboard, show stacks on stacks |
| Get it, like French did, wrist big |
| This kid was heavy with metal like Limp Bizkit |
| Fred Durst, the bisk is at yo head first |
| Got head first, on the JB was dead thirst |
| A hell work, Pharrel mack, my next route |
| Kirk Love, CB, Dan Coo was the best out |
| Wanted the BM’s, no number left off |
| We the M series, no top, chest out |
| 100 tips, the 55th |
| Paladino the Riverside |
| Valentino for niggas Oz |
| Bought the whole team kicks, gang dig, what’s the nigga size |
| (I got ya’ll) |
| See them lost who they were for |
| Come traps, had to be M popped into Boston |
| Don divas, palm heaters was gone for |
| Whitey PV, that’s breacher, you better walk off |
| Uh, from Nautica to a rugby top |
| Breakfast at pim pim, dirty kitchen, the doggie spot |
| From rooftop at club Body the bottles pop |
| Soon as I left the backdoor I heard Latty shot |
| Damn, NFL, the same gang |
| 40 wolves, the names ring |
| I’m in the hood like bang bang |
| What a gun want from rich mob? |
| Get chain swing |
| Enough of that, uptown we love to rap |
| Judgin on the corner, I came from under that |
| Just waitin til the sun, I want more and yo son is back |
| Quiet when it storm but my storm — I thunder that |
| Hard snals, bumpin some mob style |
| Crazy like AZ, I could’ve been chopped down |
| OG’s maybe, never gave me the run around |
| For that we’ll never be that, rappin don’t come around |
| So it’s cookouts, bus trips just to play |
| Cases of Rose, who B-day is it today? |
| It’s niggas that hold weight and it’s niggas that ain’t straight |
| Niggas that sold shake in places that ain’t safe |
| Rollie gold face, Balys no lace |
| Matchin Porsches, wild horses go race |
| Now we’re getting the fee, 5000 in one taste |
| Double goose Cuban link and the trials is gunplay |
| Huh? |