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letra de air it out - summrs

[intro]
oh my god, it’s cash bently

[chorus: summrs]
we gon’ air it out
air it out
we gon’ air it out, blatt
air it out
we gon’ air it out
pick me out
we gon’ air it out
gotta watch me now
we gon’ air it out

[verse: summrs]
put it out, put the blunt out
i’m smoking girl scout
smoking on that real loud
n-ggas running they mouth
i just copped a moncler
his diamonds come from claire’s
you don’t wanna go there
yeezy’s i copped both pairs
bad b-tch she got no hair
countin’ guap it ain’t fair
i’m f-cking up the air
my diamonds got no glare
remember when they did stare
remember we ain’t have stairs
now my house a big ass mansion
know i’m rocking everything that’s fancy
two glocks on me, tom clancy
colorful rocks like cotton candy
keep the tool like handy mandy
eatin’ good everything’s dandy
making hits i need a d-mn grammy
money older than your d-mn granny
smoking cookie right out the d-mn pantry
tool on me keep the d-mn [?]
two times and i’m still standing
beating that sh-t till she say she cramping
carving the wood like a f-cking canvas
don’t f-ck with school had to leave the campus
all of my n-ggas some f-cking bandits
ice on me need a f-cking blanket
i just [?] some racks with the helmut
i’m just hoping that i f-cking make it
i’m just hoping that she f-cking shake it
i’m f-cking this hoe but she ain’t naked
i’m eating lobster for breakfast
[chorus 2: summrs]
we gon’ air it out (air this b-tch out)
we gon’ air it out, blatt
air it out, air it out (air this b-tch out)
we gon’ air it out (air this b-tch out)
air it out, air it out (air this b-tch out)
going out (air this b-tch out)
n-ggas goin’ out sad (air this b-tch out)
i can’t go out sad (air this b-tch out)

[bridge: summrs]
air this b-tch out
air this b-tch out
air this b-tch out
air this b-tch out
air this b-tch out
air this b-tch out
air this b-tch out
air this b-tch out
air this b-tch out

[verse 2: ronsocold]
kickin’ sh-t like a punt
smoking on this runtz
smoke him yeah like a blunt
pull up, hop out, two glocks, air it out
i don’t need no friends, i need m’s
pull up in that benz
pull up on your b-tch
scoop her and her friends
i’m off these percs, i just got a itch
i’m in saks why your boy rocking that thrift
my money tall, your sh-t be midget
on your block, air it out, n-gga let’s get it
and these n-ggas they cap they lying
they ain’t really with it
we gon’ air it out
we gon’ air it out
we gon’ air it out
[outro]
oh my god, it’s cash bently

- summrs

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