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Air It Out Video (MV)




Performed By: WhoKilledMac
Language: English
Length: 1:36
Written by: Matthew McVey




WhoKilledMac - Air It Out Lyrics




Got a fat ass
Shake it baby, air it out
If I'm throwing cash
Shake it baby, air it out
If I get a bag
Shake it baby, Air it out
I need about a milli in my bank account
Bitch Air it out

Throw that ass in a circle
Shawty bounce back quick before it hurt you
Shawty bouncing on my dick
And hit a turn too
Know me, nigga hustling is my virtue
Real G only Real dawgs in my circle
I'm sipping clean dawg, I'm never sippin purple
Different colours got green and got your girl too
Dawg it ain't what seems, she had the nerve to
F*ck with me
You know I run the city
I'm feeling like I'm diddy
Killed it twice while I was chillin
Nigga tell me how feelin
Shoutsout my brother Chilli
You know we finna kill it
We be swimming through the bitches
Like
Step back bitch
Or get slapped bitch
Not by me but by my shawty
Just relax bitch
Get back to chasing niggas for the cash bitch
Cuz You know my money stack just like A...

I need
A rose Gold
Flashing Rolex
So know I got my wrist on Froze
No cameras round my bitch
You know my bitch don't pose
If you in here taking pics then get your ass up out the door

Get your ass up out the door
Before we run up on your bread
Don't f*ck around and call the feds
Nigga
Neck all good
Finger on the trigger
See I am the hottest nigga
Like the sun is getting bigger
Big is what the racks be
I'm running a track meet
Try run after nigga
There is no way you will catch me
Got straps on the back seat
Can't take no breaks would rather break your neck then break a sweat
That's if you try to relax me
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Got a fat ass
Shake it baby, air it out
If I'm throwing cash
Shake it baby, air it out
If I get a bag
Shake it baby, Air it out
I need about a milli in my bank account
Bitch Air it out

Throw that ass in a circle
Shawty bounce back quick before it hurt you
Shawty bouncing on my dick
And hit a turn too
Know me, nigga hustling is my virtue
Real G only Real dawgs in my circle
I'm sipping clean dawg, I'm never sippin purple
Different colours got green and got your girl too
Dawg it ain't what seems, she had the nerve to
F*ck with me
You know I run the city
I'm feeling like I'm diddy
Killed it twice while I was chillin
Nigga tell me how feelin
Shoutsout my brother Chilli
You know we finna kill it
We be swimming through the bitches
Like
Step back bitch
Or get slapped bitch
Not by me but by my shawty
Just relax bitch
Get back to chasing niggas for the cash bitch
Cuz You know my money stack just like A...

I need
A rose Gold
Flashing Rolex
So know I got my wrist on Froze
No cameras round my bitch
You know my bitch don't pose
If you in here taking pics then get your ass up out the door

Get your ass up out the door
Before we run up on your bread
Don't f*ck around and call the feds
Nigga
Neck all good
Finger on the trigger
See I am the hottest nigga
Like the sun is getting bigger
Big is what the racks be
I'm running a track meet
Try run after nigga
There is no way you will catch me
Got straps on the back seat
Can't take no breaks would rather break your neck then break a sweat
That's if you try to relax me
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Writer: Matthew McVey
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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