Clear The Air - City Girls
Thirty inch lace, so I sat on his face
I'm from the Loc's, I could tell you how the top feel
Quater mil on a new crib, red bottoms on blue heels
Pop bottles like New Years
If he high I'ma rob him, if he sweet I'ma gobble him
If he rich, I'ma slob him, if he broke, I'ma dodge him
In a room, full of flauging
He wanna f_ck without his rubber on
Cuban link, but its color gone, so you know a b_tch never wrong
You a broke ass f_ck n_gga, period!
And it ain't sh_t, you can tell me, I ain't hearing it
B_tch I want smoke, let's clear the air
My b_tches on go! And we'll get there
Thirty on my bag, that's brick fair
Y'all hoes won't last, we gon' snap all year, yeah
B_tch I want smoke, let's clear the air
My b_tches on go! And we'll get there
Thirty on my bag, that's brick fair
Y'all hoes won't last, we gon' snap all year, yeah
Let's clear the air, ain't sh_t sweet
Can't f_ck me, s_ck me, or touch me, 'less ends meet
I been savage, been letting n_ggas have it
Take all a n_gga got, and disappear like magic
I couldn't tell if he's was Haitian or Jamaican
But that n_gga money long, so I had my n_ggas waiting
Took the money on vacation, on an island Venezuela
Magaritas with my b_tches, living life, Caucasian
I gave a f_ck about no hoe, who fell off, but still want smoke
Now thats a low blow, Yung Miami, that's my doll to, we on a roll
City Girls all year, y'all hoes know
B_tch I want smoke, let's clear the air
My b_tches on go! And we'll get there
Thirty on my bag, that's brick fair
Y'all hoes won't last, we gon' snap all year, yeah
B_tch I want smoke, let's clear the air
My b_tches on go! And we'll get there
Thirty on my bag, that's brick fair
Y'all hoes won't last, we gon' snap all year, yeah
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