I smell murder in the air, but I can't stop breathing
My brother call me from that jail and he ain't
Stop preaching I'm here to listen, but that's only for the
Right reason Cuddy's in there serving out his time, he
Feel his life's sneaking My mama hate the way I'm living, I'm a die a
Demon Squeeze this nigga till it stop, she was not
Thinking This got on with Baby A, he's a blockbeater
I don't know why he came to fight, bro did not either
I switched to Drake for Baby A because the shots clean her
I took his bitch and gave her back, I did not need her
When you tryna score a three, you just shot meter
I broke the bitch for a big bag, she just a little skeezer
My bitch start f*cking with the opps, nigga, I'm a cheese her
I'll probably bend a couple blocks, clutching on my heater
The fetti price is hella high, but I can get it cheaper
They holding out, it's hella dry, but f*ck it, I'm still eating
I got big shoes to fill, but who be stepping harder
And I'm really throwing deals like Brock Lesnar's daughter
And I really shoot to kill in case you get retarded
Battle tested, I'm never going out like a starter
Sent her on her way, we ain't even f*ck, cuz she ain't wanna pay
I can't even spend no time with you, it ain't involving cake
These niggas got swine flu, and be talking to Jakes
Stay the f*ck out of my face, I'm uppin this Drake
Down bad on my dick, but yet I had to make a way
Two two threes, out this chop, and fully auto hit his face
When I was broke, I had to rob niggas, aim it at his throat
Give it up like what you got, nigga, been doing niggas cold
I'm from that southwest mob, nigga, clear rights and wrongs
My mama tripping, I been slidin, and it's murder as she wrote
I can't live where I've been tripping, but this a life I chose
I ain't happy with f*cking, there ain't no going back no more
Bitch, I'm strictly in these streets, getting pissy with this heat
False moves don't play out, I might leave yo ass deceased
PTSD got me tweaked, so I gotta keep my heat
Don't be mad when I'm gone, just look up and you will see
Demon child, demon eyes, I think it got the best of me
I been stepping to the neck, can't trust a soul in these streets
My bitch is realer than you niggas, she gon' blow a figure deep
If the Drakies in this load, she gon' throw it in the sea
If the Drakies in this load, she gon' throw it in the sea
My bitch is realer than you niggas, she gon' blow a figure deep
TWC Duce - In The Air (feat. 108gwalla) Lyrics
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I smell murder in the air, but I can't stop breathing
My brother call me from that jail and he ain't
Stop preaching I'm here to listen, but that's only for the
Right reason Cuddy's in there serving out his time, he
Feel his life's sneaking My mama hate the way I'm living, I'm a die a
Demon Squeeze this nigga till it stop, she was not
Thinking This got on with Baby A, he's a blockbeater
I don't know why he came to fight, bro did not either
I switched to Drake for Baby A because the shots clean her
I took his bitch and gave her back, I did not need her
When you tryna score a three, you just shot meter
I broke the bitch for a big bag, she just a little skeezer
My bitch start f*cking with the opps, nigga, I'm a cheese her
I'll probably bend a couple blocks, clutching on my heater
The fetti price is hella high, but I can get it cheaper
They holding out, it's hella dry, but f*ck it, I'm still eating
I got big shoes to fill, but who be stepping harder
And I'm really throwing deals like Brock Lesnar's daughter
And I really shoot to kill in case you get retarded
Battle tested, I'm never going out like a starter
Sent her on her way, we ain't even f*ck, cuz she ain't wanna pay
I can't even spend no time with you, it ain't involving cake
These niggas got swine flu, and be talking to Jakes
Stay the f*ck out of my face, I'm uppin this Drake
Down bad on my dick, but yet I had to make a way
Two two threes, out this chop, and fully auto hit his face
When I was broke, I had to rob niggas, aim it at his throat
Give it up like what you got, nigga, been doing niggas cold
I'm from that southwest mob, nigga, clear rights and wrongs
My mama tripping, I been slidin, and it's murder as she wrote
I can't live where I've been tripping, but this a life I chose
I ain't happy with f*cking, there ain't no going back no more
Bitch, I'm strictly in these streets, getting pissy with this heat
False moves don't play out, I might leave yo ass deceased
PTSD got me tweaked, so I gotta keep my heat
Don't be mad when I'm gone, just look up and you will see
Demon child, demon eyes, I think it got the best of me
I been stepping to the neck, can't trust a soul in these streets
My bitch is realer than you niggas, she gon' blow a figure deep
If the Drakies in this load, she gon' throw it in the sea
If the Drakies in this load, she gon' throw it in the sea
My bitch is realer than you niggas, she gon' blow a figure deep
My brother call me from that jail and he ain't
Stop preaching I'm here to listen, but that's only for the
Right reason Cuddy's in there serving out his time, he
Feel his life's sneaking My mama hate the way I'm living, I'm a die a
Demon Squeeze this nigga till it stop, she was not
Thinking This got on with Baby A, he's a blockbeater
I don't know why he came to fight, bro did not either
I switched to Drake for Baby A because the shots clean her
I took his bitch and gave her back, I did not need her
When you tryna score a three, you just shot meter
I broke the bitch for a big bag, she just a little skeezer
My bitch start f*cking with the opps, nigga, I'm a cheese her
I'll probably bend a couple blocks, clutching on my heater
The fetti price is hella high, but I can get it cheaper
They holding out, it's hella dry, but f*ck it, I'm still eating
I got big shoes to fill, but who be stepping harder
And I'm really throwing deals like Brock Lesnar's daughter
And I really shoot to kill in case you get retarded
Battle tested, I'm never going out like a starter
Sent her on her way, we ain't even f*ck, cuz she ain't wanna pay
I can't even spend no time with you, it ain't involving cake
These niggas got swine flu, and be talking to Jakes
Stay the f*ck out of my face, I'm uppin this Drake
Down bad on my dick, but yet I had to make a way
Two two threes, out this chop, and fully auto hit his face
When I was broke, I had to rob niggas, aim it at his throat
Give it up like what you got, nigga, been doing niggas cold
I'm from that southwest mob, nigga, clear rights and wrongs
My mama tripping, I been slidin, and it's murder as she wrote
I can't live where I've been tripping, but this a life I chose
I ain't happy with f*cking, there ain't no going back no more
Bitch, I'm strictly in these streets, getting pissy with this heat
False moves don't play out, I might leave yo ass deceased
PTSD got me tweaked, so I gotta keep my heat
Don't be mad when I'm gone, just look up and you will see
Demon child, demon eyes, I think it got the best of me
I been stepping to the neck, can't trust a soul in these streets
My bitch is realer than you niggas, she gon' blow a figure deep
If the Drakies in this load, she gon' throw it in the sea
If the Drakies in this load, she gon' throw it in the sea
My bitch is realer than you niggas, she gon' blow a figure deep
Writer: Dre'shawn Garrett, Roger Moore
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