Air It Out – Pacman Da Gunman & Yhung T.O.

Yeah yeah
Said she never met a nigga like me, no
Baby, I’ma thug
Ask around the city
They gone show a nigga love
We them niggas sending slugs
Really got it out the mud

Pull up on that and we’ll air that shit out
Pull up on that block and we’ll air that shit out
And I’m tatted from my face to my neck
What you think?
Oh baby, I’ma thug

Tatted on my face and my neck
I don’t take disrespect
We got Glocks for the cheat
And it don’t cost to get stretched
Before I give a niggas bands
I’ll do a nigga bad
I don’t need a under whip
I’ll do it out a jag
I done did a whole dash hope a nigga don’t crash
Cause a nigga to up
So this weed I won’t pass
Nigga why you even ask
All these hunnies, do the math
Say she want a nigga like me
Cause her nigga did her bad

Said she never met a nigga like me, no
Baby, I’ma thug
Ask around the city
They gone show a nigga love
We them niggas sending slugs
Really got it out the mud

Pull up on that and we’ll air that shit out
Pull up on that block and we’ll air that shit out
And I’m tatted from my face to my neck
What you think, ooh baby I’ma thug

Say she ain’t never met a nigga like me
Bout my business and I keep it crackin in the streets
Say her last nigga had a Cuban it was hallow
I ain’t never been no what use to take her to McDonald’s
Take her to the hood every time she embarrassed
Use to send him to the store
He a mark it’s apparent
He a small pup in this big world
Get on yo shit I think it’s time to be a big girl
Hold you down, Roll this wood pass it to the homie
If my main bitch come you don’t even know me
In the mean time bitch you gotta blow me with the roofcray
Can’t stick around for free You gotta learn to shoot packs, bitch

Said she never met a nigga like me, no
Baby, I’ma thug
Ask around the city
They gone show a nigga love
We them niggas sending slugs
Really got it out the mud
Pull up on that and we’ll air that shit out
Pull up on that block and we’ll air that shit out
And I’m tatted from my face to my neck
What you think, ooh baby I’ma thug

Say she don’t like my attitude when I’m sober
If she speak on it then she know that it’s over
All these gang tatts you could tell I’m a nigga
In the late model foreign with a big gun in it
When I pick you up you gotta blow me raw
Like the sloppy when I’m done you gotta wipe me off
No destination blow me down PCH
Where the music at
Fuck it play el’ema

Told the chauffeur pull it over
Told the bitch to bend it over
Put those legs up to yo shoulders
Make it nasty till it’s over
Do it slow, do it fast, speed it up till you squirt
Put my thumb in yo butt let me know when it hurt

Said she never met a nigga like me, no
Baby, I’ma thug
Ask around the city
They gone show a nigga love
We them niggas sending slugs
Really got it out the mud
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