Papoose
Air It Out lyrics
Songwriters: Phillips, Jason T; Atkinson, Qaadir
Yea
ya'll already know who this is
Got the voice of Brooklyn, I know ya'll niggas here my footsteps out there
Aka sellasone aka whop but jaws, imma tell ya'll now right? aka, i know what im sayin ready? Papoose, Pap-poose.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]
Now wit a hammer lets grip it, cock it back lets spit it, we spot lets stick it, wit a work lets flip it.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x2]
I was sittin' on a scoup, sittin' on a scoup, sitting, on a scoup wit the roover on my side now im ridin' in a coup, ridin' in a coup, ridin' in a coup wit the roover on my side.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]
I was on 4 Tin street down town Brooklyn
Iced out so these niggas keep lookin', he aint know Pap had to get on him, cock the thing back then i step to him.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]
I was on Touch It Remix, man i did my thing
when i came up made shit done change now the one point job is ma name, STOP! Show them how that gun bang.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]
I was on 47 Fella-Diamond District THEN,
Baby Bling got ma wrist glistenin',rappas say they wanna get it in wit him, when they see him they dont say shit to him.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]
Kay-slay double K shouldn't it P A P
Carry our guns through the industry
Talk tough then we tell you R I P
So all ya'll punk rappers stop comin' at me
Cock the thang, now air it out [x3]
Cock the thang, cock suckas!
Air It Out lyrics © Jae'won Publishing; Emi April Music Inc.; Justin Combs Publishing Inc; Dead Game Publishing; Neo Da Matrix
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