Nike Airs
(Yea Yea Yea)
She gone pop it so seductive when she dancing
The laws pull us over shawty she gone stash that
I got a fetish for that money and I hate cops
And she say I'm a dog yea
But she gone drop them draws yea(Yea Yea Yea)
Forty on me nigga I dont fight fair (Yea Yea)
Bitch I'm Freddie Krueger in ya nightmare
Still steppin hard in my Nike Airs
They say you rob in all black
Well bitch I got the right pair
Up in UP just the other day
I had a fuckin fight there
Soon as I hopped out my fuckin car
I hit him with a right left
Shout out my dawgs in federal penitentiary
I'm sending kites there
And you can have that bitch
I swear to God that aint my fuckin wife there
We in this bitch we poppin bottles
Bitch dont burn me with them sparkles
Asparagus with my lobster
I might serve you with my chopper
Aint worried bout none of that opp shit
You get buried in yo coffin
These bitches know aint no option
Either top me or you aint rollin
She gone pop it so seductive when she dancing
The laws pull us over shawty she gone stash that
I got a fetish for that money and I hate cops
And she say I'm a dog yea
But she gone drop them draws yea(Yea Yea Yea)
Forty on me nigga I dont fight fair (Yea Yea)
Bitch I'm Freddie Krueger in ya nightmare
Still steppin hard in my Nike Airs
They say you rob in all black
Well bitch I got the right pair
She say I'm a dog
I said bitch a Saint Benard
I got bitches I can call to pick that pack up drop it off
I got bitches on that Nawf
That grindin servin O's
My mind on overload
My iron hold 24 really 30 but that shit short
She smiling because she know me
She rode the dick like a pony
Sucked on me and King Kurbey
We wildin out in the trap
And them thousands keep pilin on me
And I finally done got a sack
So just keep that lil shit you owe me
She gone pop it so seductive when she dancing
The laws pull us over shawty she gone stash that
I got a fetish for that money and I hate cops
And she say I'm a dog yea
But she gone drop them draws yea(Yea Yea Yea)
Forty on me nigga I dont fight fair (Yea Yea)
Bitch I'm Freddie Krueger in ya nightmare
Still steppin hard in my Nike Airs
They say you rob in all black well bitch I got the right pair
She gone pop it so seductive when she dancing
The laws pull us over shawty she gone stash that
I got a fetish for that money and I hate cops
And she say I'm a dog yea
But she gone drop them draws yea(Yea Yea Yea)
Forty on me nigga I dont fight fair (Yea Yea)
Bitch I'm Freddie Krueger in ya nightmare
Still steppin hard in my Nike Airs
They say you rob in all black
Well bitch I got the right pair
Up in UP just the other day
I had a fuckin fight there
Soon as I hopped out my fuckin car
I hit him with a right left
Shout out my dawgs in federal penitentiary
I'm sending kites there
And you can have that bitch
I swear to God that aint my fuckin wife there
We in this bitch we poppin bottles
Bitch dont burn me with them sparkles
Asparagus with my lobster
I might serve you with my chopper
Aint worried bout none of that opp shit
You get buried in yo coffin
These bitches know aint no option
Either top me or you aint rollin
She gone pop it so seductive when she dancing
The laws pull us over shawty she gone stash that
I got a fetish for that money and I hate cops
And she say I'm a dog yea
But she gone drop them draws yea(Yea Yea Yea)
Forty on me nigga I dont fight fair (Yea Yea)
Bitch I'm Freddie Krueger in ya nightmare
Still steppin hard in my Nike Airs
They say you rob in all black
Well bitch I got the right pair
She say I'm a dog
I said bitch a Saint Benard
I got bitches I can call to pick that pack up drop it off
I got bitches on that Nawf
That grindin servin O's
My mind on overload
My iron hold 24 really 30 but that shit short
She smiling because she know me
She rode the dick like a pony
Sucked on me and King Kurbey
We wildin out in the trap
And them thousands keep pilin on me
And I finally done got a sack
So just keep that lil shit you owe me
She gone pop it so seductive when she dancing
The laws pull us over shawty she gone stash that
I got a fetish for that money and I hate cops
And she say I'm a dog yea
But she gone drop them draws yea(Yea Yea Yea)
Forty on me nigga I dont fight fair (Yea Yea)
Bitch I'm Freddie Krueger in ya nightmare
Still steppin hard in my Nike Airs
They say you rob in all black well bitch I got the right pair
Credits
Writer(s): James Hunter
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