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Airborne Aquarium
作詞:Shante Franklin, Daru Jones, Brady Watts, David Willis
I'm gettin' hella mail from jail, niggas tellin' me to kill it When they get out I'll bring them 'round some bitches Shinobi, how I kick it, 'American Ninja' major motion picture Flippin' my remote, same way I do them ho's
But she already know before she touch my Chevy door Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows No square shall enter in the circle of winners Know I'm prepared for whatever, if you know what I been through
Rear-view, clear vision, memories of paid dues Confined to a runway, thunderstorms came through But look what it came to, somethin' that amazes you Soon as you quit hatin' and hear what I gotta say to you
Baby blue, souls D's, White 11, '96 No retro card came with this Same year, my Impala with the floor shift Four door suicide, muscle car, chauffeured
Shawty body chocolate, Russel Stover Brung weed wit' her whenever I invite her over Polo sweater, Teddy belt hangin' off her shoulder No care over here so we put it in the air
Walkin' 'round my house, say she wanna fuck everywhere That's cool, baby, but I just got that pool table We ain't gotta stay away from it, it's all good If you wanna get under it then I guess I can fuck with it
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Before I got on this beat, it made out a bucket list And these boys, I granted this death wish Legendary lay-up Jordan with the right-left switch Hang time, hand glide, stir fried, chanky-eyed, Shanghai
Candy rain, drizzle frame, I ride '87 Corvette ZR1 to the T-top softened Put 'em in the trunk bitch, all gassed up She been drinkin' from the pump, that's all bad
Tryin' to pass, fucked around and crashed Bitches all flip, fools tryin' to make it last Emotional luggage, nothin' of it, I don't check bags I just carry on, leave that bullshit in the past
Half Rose, Sean Don, O.J. in my glass Mimosa, Testarossa program, bow ties curriculum Doors open like a pendulum swingin' Rockin' my jet set emblems
Foolish, the serve like Wimbledon, interior cinnamon The car that I'm sittin' in, calm my bad nerves I call her my Ritalin, just kiddin' Not pillin', just element twistin'
From the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin' Not pillin', just element twistin' From the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin' From the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin', yeah
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