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Air Forces
105.795
Hip-Hop/Rap
Air Forces è stato pubblicato il 16 dicembre 2022 da UME - Global Clearing House come parte dell'album GOATED: Jeezy
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Data di uscita16 dicembre 2022
EtichettaUME - Global Clearing House
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM80

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

[Chorus]
I went from old school Chevys, to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces (Aye)
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I can get a hundred thousand in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys, to drop top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces (Aye)
And you ain't did what I did
When you from where I'm from you gotta get how you live
[Verse 1]
Everybody already know, Jeezy a real street ****
Every time you see me out with real street ****
I hope you got yours, I keep mine
In the club blowin' dro, throwin' gang signs
And you already know, dog
745s, back to back, me and O Dog
These other **** is jokers
What they rein' up with, I spent it all at Strokers
In one night, eight bitches, ten bottles of Cris'
Forty grand spent just to make you glance at my wrist
Keep bread, so we carry dem toasters
But keep back though, my earrings ferocious
It's not just my imagination
I'm knowin' I'm the topic of your conversations
The Jack boys say they gon' rob
But on the real, fuck ****, y'all don't want these problems, hold up
[Chorus]
I went from old school Chevys, to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces (Aye)
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I can get a hundred thousand in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys, to drop top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces (Aye)
And you ain't did what I did
When you from where I'm from you gotta get how you live
[Verse 2]
Black tees, black Ones, and a fitted cap
The Mac-11 make me walk with a crazy dap (Aye)
Y'all say we country ****, yee-haw
The money comin' back and forth like a seesaw
And y'all ain't never seen what we saw
Stacks of twenty dollar bills, bricks of white raw
Where they got little faith, they don't care about shit
Ludicrous, how they ride, I-20 with dem bricks
Shit, I spit it for y'all
On the real, my ****, shit, I spit it for y'all, aye
Who gives a fuck about friends?
If you mix the bakin' soda with it, you can get a Benz
While y'all robbin' and boostin'
I'm standin' over the stove like the chef at Houston's, hmm
And it's not about the flip mane
Want the real bread, dawg, it's all about your whip game
[Chorus]
I went from old school Chevys, to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces (Aye)
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I can get a hundred thousand in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys, to drop top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces (Aye)
And you ain't did what I did
When you from where I'm from you gotta get how you live
[Chorus]
I went from old school Chevys, to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces (Aye)
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I can get a hundred thousand in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevys, to drop top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces (Aye)
And you ain't did what I did
When you from where I'm from you gotta get how you live
Written by: D. Stewart, Jay Jenkins
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