| Air that shit out, air that shit out
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| Don’t make me come over there
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| Air that shit out, air that shit out
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| Air that shit out, air that shit out
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| Air that shit out, air that shit out
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| You not what you talk about
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| I have killers at your house
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| You know YSL en route
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| Make ‘em pull up and hop out
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| Air that shit out, air that shit out
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| Air that shit out, air that shit out
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| People pull up in the Bentley and hop out
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| And air your ass out and say sorry to children
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| Squeezin on innocent bystanders
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| That’s what they get for just chillin'
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| First you was dissin', now that boy missin'
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| Pillow talkin' to these bitches
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| But when he see me he quiet like detention
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| Pussy niggas I see right through 'em
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| Shoot him in his pat like Ewing
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| F&N meet a nigga fluid
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| Now the little nigga can’t urine
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| Hating on a nigga, I can’t do it
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| Meanwhile he hating, YSL getting yay, screaming aye
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| What you doin'?
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| I’mma treat him like Section 8 put his ass in his place
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| I’mma look a nigga in the face, make him turn Christian like Ma$e
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| Only say one word and it’s «Aye»
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| Then I’m gon' rearrange his face
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| Hit him with 3 like Reggie Miller
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| He not bout that Percy Miller
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| When I catch your ho I dick her
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| Air that shit out, air that shit out
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| Don’t make me come over there
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| Air that shit out, air that shit out
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| Air that shit out, air that shit out
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| Air that shit out, air that shit out
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| You not what you talk about
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| I have killers at your house
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| You know YSL en route
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| Make ‘em pull up and hop out
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| Air that shit out, air that shit out
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| Air that shit out, air that shit out
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| Air that shit out! |
| Air that shit out!
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| What the fuck you gon do when you see Wicced en route?
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| I got a choppa bigger than Lil Bow Wow
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| Just like Nick with the Cannon I be Wild’N Out
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| Van full of killers, ski masks, with them gold in their mouths
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| Kick the door down shoot the first nigga laying on the couch
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| Send Thugga Thugga in that bitch «Go strip down the house»
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| (Aye Thugga, Clear 'em out)
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| Found ten bricks, quarter million laying in the couch
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| Love when the beef in the air bring them chopsticks out
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| Kickin that gangsta boy you know that what you ain’t bout
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| Killers on top of your roof peepin you out
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| Im from the same area as Ace Boogie shots to ya face!
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| Air that shit out, air that shit out
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| Don’t make me come over there
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| Air that shit out, air that shit out
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| Air that shit out, air that shit out
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| Air that shit out, air that shit out
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| You not what you talk about
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| I have killers at your house
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| You know YSL en route
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| Make ‘em pull up and hop out
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| Air that shit out, air that shit out
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| Air that shit out, air that shit out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Air It Out , by - Young Thug. Song from the album No Label Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп