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Clipping

Genres: Hip-Hop

Air 'em Out [explicit] Lyrics - Clipping

(Ride on, ride on, ride on) 

(Ride on, ride on, ride on) 

(Ride on, ride on, ride on) 

(Ride on, ride on, ride on) 

(Ride on, ride on, ride on) 

(Ride on, ride on, ride on) 

(Ride on, ride on, ride on) 

(Ride on, ride on) 

Shoulda made the noose a little tighter 

'Cause it ain't nobody dead, yeah 

 

We who are about to bang them drums (Bang) 

Beatin' on a dead body ridin' shotgun 

Talkin' that shit, bitch bite your tongue 

See that ship over your city, better run, run 

Your war is like a board game where it come from 

Already bored, claiming your gang 

"Pyong!" Go the gun, boy he on some other shit 

Check your solar system bitch 

Don't let a motherfucker catch you sleepin' at the wrong sun (Wrong sun) 

Son the haters, send 'em into orbit 

Higher than these motherfuckers claiming it's they purpose 

Turned and asked your partner why he started acting nervous (Brrat!) 

Keep talking, that's lip service 

Rats decided it was time to hit the surface 

Cats sleepin' on it, write 'em off like cursive 

Drown a fuckin' hater, his experience immersive 

Now that he can feel it, call the doctors and the nurses up 

[Hook] 

Whatcha gon' do about it? Ain't nothin' new about it 

Shoulda made the noose a little tighter 

'Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders 

Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe) 

Air 'em out (Got the fire!) 

Air 'em out (Wanna see) 

Air 'em out (No) 

Shoulda made the noose a little tighter 

'Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders 

 

Try to play it killer soft like silk (Salt) 

Old frail gas gotta pay for the milk 

Lies high off these lows when they step up in the party 

Where they got up in they o's like some fuckin' Oankali 

Whips and chains, that's they game, like it was in bulk 

Back when a mack could slang 

With his partners tryna make his fuckin' name in the traps 

All the way from Panshekara to the Kefahuchi tract 

Snatch a hoochie with a smile, tap her from the back 

If somebody try to stop you, tell that dick to back back 

Back back, back back, stack racks, invisible 

Five deep, strap hangin' out a black dirigible 

Playin' shit is critical, masses massive 

Masked mass murderer, mastiff 

Barking at the moon that done been walked on, hit the kill switch 

Your ass done movin' backwards when they choke you with that real trick 

 

Whatcha gon' do about it? Ain't nothin' new about it 

Shoulda made the noose a little tighter 

'Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders 

Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe) 

Air 'em out (Got the fire!) 

Air 'em out (Wanna see) 

Air 'em out (No) 

Shoulda made the noose a little tighter 

'Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders 

 

Come up off your smooth talk, playa this raspy 

You stuck on Morse code, playa this ASCII 

Your birthright make you scared to get nasty 

The keyword is Kemmer, that's what yo' ass need 

Anybody buggin' get it in the mandible, shit 

Got a problem, better hit 'em on they ansible 

Ain't nobody flyin' just because they fly here 

You could trip sets, real playas trip lightyears 

Tightrope time, twinkle toes and what? 

Is you ridin' or not? Everybody's hands up 

Who they want? (Who they want?) 

Game over (Game over) 

Ol' leech callin' anyone who ain't sober 

Old leakin' ass man in the corner 

Talkin' that shit to the sky is a warnin' 

You might wanna pay attention what he sayin' 

'Cause the Ekumen ain't everything and these killas ain't playin', ho! 

 

Whatcha gon' do about it? Ain't nothin' new about it 

Shoulda made the noose a little tighter 

'Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders 

Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe) 

Air 'em out (Got the fire!) 

Air 'em out (Wanna see) 

Air 'em out (No) 

Shoulda made the noose a little tighter 

'Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders 

 

(Ride on, ride on, ride on) 

(Ride on, ride on, ride on) 

(Ride on, ride on, ride on) 

(Ride on) 

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