Clear The Air

(Audio) Thirty-inch lace, so I sat on his face I'm from the Loc's, I could tell you how the top feel Quarter mil' on a new crib, red bottoms on blue heels Pop bottles like New Years If he high I'ma rob him, if he sweet I'ma gobble him If he rich, I'll slob him, if he broke, I'ma dodge him In a room, full of flodgin' He wanna fuck without his rubber on (nah) Cuban link, but its color gone So you know a bitch never wrong You a broke ass fuck nigga, period And it ain't shit, you can tell me, I ain't hearin' it Bitch I want smoke, let's clear the air My bitches on go and we'll get there Thirty on my bag, that's brick fair Y'all hoes won't last, we gon' snap all year, yeah Bitch I want smoke, let's clear the air My bitches on go and we'll get there Thirty on my bag, that's brick fair Y'all hoes won't last, we gon' snap all year, yeah Let's clear the air, ain't shit sweet (period) Can't fuck me, suck me, or touch me, 'less ends meet (where the bag at?) I been savage, been lettin' niggas have it Take all a nigga got, and disappear like magic (boy bye) I couldn't tell if he was Haitian or Jamaican But that nigga paper long, so I had my niggas waitin' Took the money on vacation, on an island, Venezuela Margaritas with my bitches, livin' life, Caucasian I gave a fuck about no ho Who fell off, but still want smoke Now that's a low blow Yung Miami, that's my dog, two in a row City Girls all year, y'all hoes know Bitch I want smoke, let's clear the air My bitches on go and we'll get there Thirty on my bag, that's brick fair Y'all hoes won't last, we gon' snap all year, yeah Bitch I want smoke, let's clear the air My bitches on go and we'll get there Thirty on my bag, that's brick fair Y'all hoes won't last, we gon' snap all year, yeah --- Clear the Air - City Girls