Said I wasn't gon' do it, nigga
But f*ck it
Be mindin' my own business, I be gettin' tired of bitch ass niggas
It's Cellooo
Look, I ain't a killer, but don't push me
Niggas talk a lot of rah-rah, but niggas pussy
I'm just rappin' bout my life, now niggas mad, they wanna cook me
Get my dick out your grill, nigga, go and check your pussy
And he ain't even got a gun, he ain't even pop none
Only time he with the shots is when he's ridin' shotgun
Y'all niggas always gettin' back, cause y'all don't know nothin' bout the front
Nigga, I'm smokin' on your dead homie, smokin' on that runtz
Cause **** died, **** died, and niggas still spinning, suckers dyin'
Back to back, yo ass gon' be the next victim
These niggas always in they feelings with the drugs in they system
Marcel Dixon - Air It Out (NOT A DISS) Lyrics
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Said I wasn't gon' do it, nigga
But f*ck it
Be mindin' my own business, I be gettin' tired of bitch ass niggas
It's Cellooo
Look, I ain't a killer, but don't push me
Niggas talk a lot of rah-rah, but niggas pussy
I'm just rappin' bout my life, now niggas mad, they wanna cook me
Get my dick out your grill, nigga, go and check your pussy
And he ain't even got a gun, he ain't even pop none
Only time he with the shots is when he's ridin' shotgun
Y'all niggas always gettin' back, cause y'all don't know nothin' bout the front
Nigga, I'm smokin' on your dead homie, smokin' on that runtz
Cause **** died, **** died, and niggas still spinning, suckers dyin'
Back to back, yo ass gon' be the next victim
These niggas always in they feelings with the drugs in they system
But f*ck it
Be mindin' my own business, I be gettin' tired of bitch ass niggas
It's Cellooo
Look, I ain't a killer, but don't push me
Niggas talk a lot of rah-rah, but niggas pussy
I'm just rappin' bout my life, now niggas mad, they wanna cook me
Get my dick out your grill, nigga, go and check your pussy
And he ain't even got a gun, he ain't even pop none
Only time he with the shots is when he's ridin' shotgun
Y'all niggas always gettin' back, cause y'all don't know nothin' bout the front
Nigga, I'm smokin' on your dead homie, smokin' on that runtz
Cause **** died, **** died, and niggas still spinning, suckers dyin'
Back to back, yo ass gon' be the next victim
These niggas always in they feelings with the drugs in they system
Writer: Marcel Dixon
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