Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Air Forces, artist - Young Jeezy. Album song Trap or Die, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.10.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Agency 99
Song language: English
Air Forces |
I went from old school Chevy’s to drop top porches |
You couldn’t walk a mile off in my Air Forces |
And you ain’t seen what I’ve seen |
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans |
I went from old school Chevy’s to drop top porches |
And you ain’t did what I did |
If you from where I’m from you gotta get how you live |
Everybody already know jeezy real street nigga |
Every time you see me all around street niggaz |
I hope you got yours I keep mine |
In the club blowing dro throwing up gang signs |
And you already know dog |
745 back to back me and O dog |
These other niggaz is jokers |
What they rein up wit I spent it up all the strokers |
In one night eight bitches sipped bottles of cris |
Forty grand sit back so you can glance my wrist |
Keep bread so we carry dem toaster |
But keep back though my earrings ferocious |
It’s not just my imagination |
I’m the one in the topic in yo conversation |
Jack boyz say they gon rob |
But on the real fuck niggaz y’all don’t want these problems |
Black tees, black ones, and a fitted cap |
The Mack 11 make me walk wit a crazy dap |
Y’all say we country niggaz yee-haw |
The money comin back and forth like a seesaw |
And y’all ain’t never seen what we saw |
Stacks of twenty dollar bills, bricks, or white rolls |
What they got Lil Pha we don’t care bout shit |
Ludacris how they ride out twenty wit dem bricks |
Shit I spit it for y’all |
On the real my niggaz shit I spit it for y’all |
Who gives a fuck about friends? |
If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a Benz |
While y’all robbing and boosting |
I’m standing over the stove like the chef in Houston |
And it’s not about the flip mane |
Want the real bread it’s all about your whip game |