Air Forces Lyrics

Air Forces lyrics

I went from old school Chevy's to drop top porches

You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces

And you ain't seen what I've seen

I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans

I went from old school Chevy's to drop top porches

you couldn't walk a mile in my air forces

And you ain't did what I did

If you from where I'm from you gotta get how you live



Everybody already know jeezy real street nigga

Every time you see me all around street niggaz

I hope you got yours I keep mine

In the club blowing dro throwing up gang signs

And you already know dog

745 back to back me and O dog

These other niggaz is jokers

What they rein up wit I spent it up all the strokers

In one night eight bitches sipped bottles of cris

Forty grand sit back so you can glance my wrist

Keep bread so we carry dem toaster

But keep back though my earrings ferocious

It's not just my imagination

I'm the one in the topic in yo conversation

Jack boyz say they gon rob

But on the real fuck niggaz y'all don't want these problems



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Black tees, black ones, and a fitted cap

The Mack 11 make me walk wit a crazy dap

Y'all say we country niggaz 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, or white rolls

What they got Lil Pha we don't care bout shit

Ludacris how they ride out twenty wit dem bricks

Shit I spit it for y'all

On the real my niggaz shit I spit it for y'all

Who gives a fuck about friends?

If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a Benz

While y'all robbing and boosting

I'm standing over the stove like the chef in Houston

And it's not about the flip mane

Want the real bread it's all about your whip game



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