Testi:
Air Eat My Beat

: Instrumental

the death Until I take my last breath and all the smoke leave my chest I'm a rep it, ain't too many soldiers left...left...left...left... [Beat Goes

melt a nigga wig like gangrene And my trees is laced, bucket is half licked My whole team got laced, half of them rich The other half, originate from the best part My

north it came out of the thick woods, and those footprints belong to a big wolf. Trying to find service on my cellphone, I felt aight with my knife on my

Under my umbrella, my flag, my name If the ship leaving the port, cruise to the resort You can't be serious baby, this is sport Gotta make my rounds,

or more And already wanna beat up raw On the dance floor dancing 'til my feet were sore I just wanna she you take it off Even willing to, piece her off, had my

went to prison (nah fuck that!) You ain't giving head? Ma let me beat it Oh you a sain't now but you pushing me to eat it (nah fuck that!) All of a sudden

purple and yellow But first I gotta bang-bang, stomp my boots, movin' to the country beat Catfish and corn bread is what I love to eat But so far ya heard my

know how to fight back, And transform this mic. stand into a spike bat. So with a smile on my dial I write raps, And hold down my ground till the empire