In The Air

Juice WRLD

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    Oh-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh
    Yeah

    I been on my own shit for so damn long
    Niggas tryna steal the wave I won't let 'em run off
    They think that I'm soft 'cause I make sad songs
    'Till we catch 'em slippin' at the red light and peel off, yeah
    Sticks in the air
    I'm so damn high I could sit in the air
    If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
    Bitch I'm dope like the end of a crack pipe

    Niggas claim they gang, oh nah you ain't family
    She told me my dick in her jaw was her fantasy
    I gave it to her 'cause she said that she need it
    My hand on my heater her boyfriend be tweakin'
    He run up on me then I'm leavin' him leakin'
    I'm shining like diamonds bet Stevie could see it
    Pay for the foreign I don't do the leases
    Beretta on me it'll tear you to pieces
    Fetty on me, yeah the fetty on me, got machete on me, I'ma cut him to pieces
    Yo bitch all over me, suck me, she leakin'
    Smokin' this kush got my eyes Japanese-in'
    I gave her defense, she take no offense
    When I tell her that she gotta get lost
    I'm in the back of the Maybach like Ross
    Real nigga business, don't get involved
    Ain't yo business, bitch I'm a boss
    You broke as a bitch and it's all your fault
    Take what I say with a grain of salt, they was doubting
    Now I'm on top, ooh, they surrounding (I'm on top)

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    I been on my own shit for so damn long
    Niggas tryna steal the wave I won't let 'em run off
    They think that I'm soft 'cause I make sad songs
    'Till we catch 'em slippin' at the red light and peel off, yeah
    Sticks in the air
    I'm so damn high I could sit in the air
    If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
    Bitch I'm dope like the end of a crack pipe

    I drop a three in the 20 I'm leanin'
    I put a light on my gun and it's beamin'
    That bitch really love boat captains, yeah, 'cause she swallow my semen
    I don't want pints of the Wock' bitch I need it
    I don't need Perkys but damnit I'm fiendin'
    Your nigga told you he richer than me I said
    Wake up lil' nigga you know that you dreamin'
    Whoa-oh
    I'm in my prime, tick tock
    Look at the time, big Glock
    That is a 9, get off
    Takin' off like NASA, huh
    Finna give you left right like catches, huh
    Everyday I wake up cashin', huh
    In the bitch pussy I'm splashin', huh
    Hide the cocaine in the napkin, huh
    She do the yayo for fashion
    Haters designing my fabric
    I'm really hungry for money but these withdrawals got me fastin', yeah
    Goin' through it, they recordin' me pullin' up in an Aston like a Kutcher movie
    Dog that ho like Scooby, maybe even Snoopy
    Don't got time for nat nat bitches why you always snoopin'
    Got my gun aimin' at any rat movin'
    Let it go and put the rat-tat-tat-tat-tat in Ratatouille
    If you don't like me you can sue me, heard your girlfriend wanna screw me
    Leave yo head off your body, I'll chop it like suey
    I've come to realize that I rule the world right now
    And if I wanted I could take your girl right now
    It's my life, it's my world
    It's your bitch? Fuck it, now that's my girl

    I been on my own shit for so damn long
    Niggas tryna steal the wave I won't let 'em run off
    They think that I'm soft 'cause I make sad songs
    'Till we catch 'em slippin' at the red light and peel off, yeah
    Sticks in the air
    I'm so damn high I could sit in the air
    If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
    Bitch I'm dope like the end of a crack pipe

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    Composición: Dre Katchem y Juice Wrld

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