a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de air it out - deli (rap)

{hook}
light up the blunt
make it a dub
how many b-tches is lit
i’m in the club
i’m on the one
i need a cup
f-ck on ya b-tch then leave her
i fit a b-tch in a mug
light the blunt up
the air get stunk up
i’m rolling skunk up
that shotty pump ya
them haters ain’t us
you can’t replace us
don’t try to keep up
ya ain’t the same bruh
pull up quick got that sticky on my hip
call a baddie, double cup im bout to sip
you don’t want that melee
hit you with that ak
i get the check it’s pay day
if you see me then you say aye

[verse}
yo i was on fire
you crew some liars
i’m looking for buyers
i’m burning the tires
i double the styrofoam
i’m running the mile home
that money will pile on
i just get my style on
yo that tease last a second but them racks last a year
i left that chick on a stretcher get that -ss outta here
she think she bad i don’t know her so dabbed at her crib
i’m watching knd her t-ts look big that’s abc double d
she got no make up
i might just take her
i’ll see you later
i think she fake huh
pour up a cup do the most
champagne lemme pour up a toast
baby gon f-ck on the host
college b-tch she was touching her toes
i got your b-tch on my right wrist
she give me top in the c-ckpit
n-ggas that copy just stop it
i see your chick and i like it
you got it running you lit
i got that b-tch on my d-ck
look to the future we rich
i’m taking these meds i’m sick
this is young deli not no subway
all these thotty b-tches f-cking up my fung sway
getting f-cked up, thats just monday
the way she walk with me she live life on the runway
[bridge]
i just got my cake up
top me with her face up
don’t ask me for no favors
i’m running thru this paper
i ain’t in a rush
i can hit you now or later
hop up in my car and then i’m zooming past these haters

[hook]
light up the blunt
make it a dub
how many b-tches is lit
i’m in the club
i’m on the one
i need a cup
f-ck on ya b-tch then leave her
i fit a b-tch in a mug
light the blunt up
the air get stunk up
i’m rolling skunk up
that shotty pump ya
them haters ain’t us
you can’t replace us
don’t try to keep up
ya ain’t the same bruh
pull up quick got that sticky on my hip
call a baddie, double cup im bout to sip
you don’t want that melee
hit you with that ak
i get the check it’s pay day
if you see me then you say aye
– deli

- deli rap

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS