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Fredo Bang - Air It Out (feat. YNW Melly) [Most Hated]
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Вокал
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Программирование
YNW Melly
YNW Melly
Вокал
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Программирование
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Frederick Givens II
Frederick Givens II
Автор песен
Norman Payne
Norman Payne
Автор песен
Jackie Plant Jr.
Jackie Plant Jr.
Автор песен
Jamell Demons
Jamell Demons
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Сопродюсер
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Мастеринг-инженер
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Миксинг-инженер

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Ain't that dj chose over there? Ooh, that's a hardbody beat Put that .40 to his forehead What the fuck you thinkin' bout? He talkin' like he on the air We gon' have to air it out Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news Put that .40 to his forehead What the fuck you thinkin' 'bout? He talkin' like he on the air We gon' have to air it out Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news How that glock go? (Baow) How that draco? Youngin' take souls (Yeah) Get that case closed Get it done, fuck me though Get the drop, I say go Steeze on him, got a cold If he tend to fuck his hope They watchin' my moves, they tellin' they people I got some goons and all of 'em lethal All of these sticks, ain't none of 'em legal Swervin' in jeeps, we jeepers creepers Bitch gon' fuck me just to get back Give me that drop, don't want your cash Missed that opp, we doublin' back Hit 'em in the front, came out his back All black hoody, ain't no mask Catch him in the car, leave him on the dash Keep that dough, or that stash Fuck what you claim, you get no pass Where your toe? we play tag He ain't gangster, take his flag Catch him in traffic, make him crash Shout out in person, that's that bag Put that .40 to his forehead What the fuck you thinkin' 'bout? He talkin' like he on the air We gon' have to air it out Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news Put that .40 to his forehead What the fuck you thinkin' 'bout? He talkin' like he on the air We gon' have to air it out Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news I ain't runnin' from him, no way He own the glock but that bitch ain't got no jump Run up on opp, pussy nigga get closer These hoes gon' fuck on all of us 'cause we got it I got like five racks inside my pocket Fuck on your thot in my blue and green Balenciagas You nigga talkin' like you with it, ain't got no choppers I'm ridin' with some killers, we all 'bout violence The mileage You got beef like you wanna see the bitch squirt with it, extended mags These niggas ain't really at, better get you that My niggas really got bad hoes from Trinidad They from Trinidad I'm tryna get that Put that .40 to his forehead What the fuck you thinkin' 'bout? He talkin' like he on the air We gon' have to air it out Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news Put that .40 to his forehead What the fuck you thinkin' 'bout? He talkin' like he on the air We gon' have to air it out Ooh, hit a fuck nigga with that tool Ooh, tryna put a nigga on the news
Writer(s): Norman Payne, Fredrick Ii Givens, Jackie Plant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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