Testo Air Forces - Jeezy
Testo della canzone Air Forces (Jeezy), tratta dall'album Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101
I went from old school Chevy's (ay), to drop-top Porsche's (yuh)
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces (ay)
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I can get a hundred thousand in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevy's (ay, ay), to drop top Porsche's (yeah, that's right)
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces (ay)
And you ain't did what I did
Where you from, where I'm from you gotta get how you live (hey)
Everybody already know, Jeezy a real street nigga
Every time you see me out, I'm with real street niggas (that's right)
I hope you got yours I keep mine (uh-huh)
In the club blowing dro throwing gang signs (yeah)
And you already know, dawg
745 back to back, me and O-Dog (whoo! Yeah)
These other niggas is jokers
What they rein' up wit' I spent it all at strokers (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
In one night, eight bitches, ten bottles of Cris' (that's right)
Forty grand spent just to make you glance at my wrist
Keep bread so we carry dem toasters
But keep back though my earrings ferocious (ay, ay, uh-huh)
It's not just my imagination
I'm knowin' I'm the topic of your conversation (yeah)
Jack boys say they gon' rob (uh)
But on the real fuck niggas y'all don't want these problems
I went from old school Chevy's (ay), to drop-top Porsche's (yuh)
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces (ay)
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I can get a hundred thousand in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevy's (ay, ay), to drop top Porsche's (yeah, that's right)
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces (ay)
And you ain't did what I did
Where you from, where I'm from, you gotta get how you live
Black tees, black ones, and a fitted cap
The Mac-11 make me walk wit' a crazy dap, ay
Y'all say we country niggas, "Yee-haw"
The money comin back and forth like a seesaw
And y'all ain't never seen what we saw
Stacks of 20 dollar bills, bricks of white raw
Where they got little faith, they don't care about shit
Ludacris (ay) how they ride out 20 with dem' bricks
Shit I spit it for y'all
On the real my niggas, shit, I spit it for y'all
Who gives a fuck about friends?
If you mix the baking soda wit' it you can get a Benz (I said)
While y'all robbing and boosting
I'm standing over the stove like the chef at Houston's
And it's not about the flip mane
Want the real bread, dawg, it's all about your whip game
I went from old school Chevy's (ay), to drop-top Porsche's (yuh)
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces (ay)
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I can get a hundred thousand in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevy's (ay, ay), to drop top Porsche's (yeah, that's right)
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces (ay)
And you ain't did what I did
Where you from where I'm from you gotta get how you live
I went from old school Chevy's (ay), to drop-top Porsche's (yuh)
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces (ay)
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I can get a hundred thousand in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevy's (ay, ay), to drop top Porsche's (yeah, that's right)
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces (ay)
And you ain't did what I did
Where you from where I'm from you gotta get how you live
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Writer(s): Jay Jenkins, Demetrius Stewart
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