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letra de walking on air - rittz

[verse 1: rittz]
here i come, fresh off tour, i bet i p-ss off more
motherf-ckers that thought i quit and i was just done for
but they was misinformed, ’cause i would just get warm
i’m back again to crack a thicker pack of sense in sword
i slid my tip in these p-ssies i’m ’bout to stick in the rest of it
started raping the rap game; i was sick of molestin’ it
give me crown and some pepsi, a zanny bar and mescaline
have an adderall dissolvin’ on my tongue like a peppermint, sh-t…
what you still on the fence? you still not convinced?
i’m next, what you feel like i’m too real for the trend?
don’t resent me when you see me with the tints on the benz
you gotta sit on the bench, you smellin’ sin and some scents, you jealous?
i ain’t stoppin’ ’til i’m hot as adele is and you can try to derail us
we change the jealousy just try to compel us
we relish any clintel, this a mafia, wanna challenge us?
we’ll put you in the ground with ya elders

[hook: rittz]
i feel like this is gonna be my year
tension in the room when i appear
other rappers they just don’t compare
i think i got ’em scared, they hear me and it’s clear
that i’m k!llin’ it and
feelin’ like i’m walkin’ on air (air!)
feelin’ like i’m walkin’ on air (air!)
feelin’ like i’m walkin’ on air (air!)
haters like, “he’s on top not fair” ya-uh yeah
and i still rock it fresh out here
chain hangin’ like a chandelier
walk in everybody stare
maybe ’cause my hair, but i don’t really care
’cause i’m k!llin’ it and
feelin’ like i’m walkin’ on air (air!)
feelin’ like i’m walkin’ on air (air!)
feelin’ like i’m walkin’ on air (air!)
haters like, “he’s on top not fair”

[verse 2: rittz]
i wear my algierz tee, future famous is on
and for the hired i’m up in the super 8, ’til it’s super late
to an 8-ball, ain’t chasin’ but do it straight
find about a lot of rappers duplicate what i do but can’t
you should take notes, in the booth it’s cake; it’s nothin’
study me and watch as i illuminate
c-ckroaches, i got no choice, i gotta fumigate
acc-mulatin’ dollars daily, how much money you done made-
off rappin’? they got the nerve to call me ugly, i’m offended
i’m a pimp and i could probably f-ck ya girlfriend now dog
poke her like a cattle prod, f-ck her standin’ up
inside the bathroom got her grippin’ on the towel bar, mouth wide
do it for the money shot, what the f-ck is up with guys?
writin’ comments below my pictures and sh-t
on facebook, need to leave that to the b-tches and chicks
and see ’cause why you busy dissin’ me i been gettin’ rich

[verse 3: rittz]
he drink a ginger ale, jim beam and canada dry, d-mn it if i
ain’t considered number one and i’mma lease this in a revive
benign or somethin’, ’cause i been runnin’
circles around a rapper soundin’ like it’s amateur night
screamin’ like janet and mike on the mic, i’m champion-like
i’m probably in ya city at the hampton inn high
‘dirty diana’ who i met at the show and she blowin’ me
while i’m fumin’ and actin’ camera shy
and i been rappin’ from atlanta to chi-town
to boulder, colorado from seattle down to albuquerque
where they found me lurkin’ with a ounce of purple
with some diamond turf nikes and a falcons jersey
down in bourbon street drinkin’, showin’ out, ya heard me?
throwing beads at b-tches, dirty rice, and étouffée
we takin’ over smellin’ roses, it’s a fresh bouqet
you still with that douche bag? ain’t nothin’ left to say

- rittz

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