In The Air Lyrics

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I can feel it in the air

I know somebody told

He and his feelings bout some pussy

That ain't even yours

He getting high off doing blow

Go ahead and wipe his nose

I keep on buying new designer

Like I model vogue

And all my steppers they some strikers I might get you gone

Don't post subliminals I'm way too grown to beef on phones

Lil bih go stupid blowing gas inside that diesel truck

Go pound for pound, and round for round

You can't compete with us

Just put some money on a crib, that I ain't sleeping in

She wanna fuck on the first night, I told her eat it then

She wanna baby on first link, and want me leave it in

She wanna spin around the block, I guess she been a fan

My momma worried I get influenced by hip-hop

Influenced to head out like a hindi, you get red dot

Told her don't you worry

I make songs to make the bed rock

All my women pretty rich and thick and love my dreadlocks

Running through the city for my coins like sonic hedgehog

Link inside a bio for her fans

But they don't know that that's my paypal

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And I get love for different reasons

Some stab me in my back

I guess I must be Julius Caesar

I can feel it in the air

I know somebody told

He and his feelings bout some pussy

That ain't even yours

He getting high off doing blow

Go ahead and wipe his nose

I keep on buying new designer

Like I model vogue

I got a brown and bougie bitch

She look like Ruby Rose

I told lil baby say my name

I love to hear her moan

Love when I whisper in her ear

But in a deeper tone

Love when I whisper in her ear

But in a deeper tone

My cougar bae gone treat me good

She look like Nia long

And her daughter got an attitude

Like B. Simone

Hop in I'm going to the top now

Brand new GLE doing some workouts

when it squat down

He think that I'm soft because I'm making all these pop songs

I could get you smoke and I

Okay

I might get you smoke

I can feel it in the air

I know somebody told

He and his feelings bout some pussy

That ain't even yours

He getting high off doing blow

Go ahead and wipe his nose

I keep on buying new designer

Like I model vogue

And all my steppers

They some strikers

I might get you gone