Rittz - Walking On Air - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Verse 1: Rittz] Here I come, fresh off tour, I bet I piss off more Motherfuckers that thought I quit and I was just done for But they was misin -- formed, cause I would just get warm I'm back again to crack a thicker pack of sense in sword I slid my tip in these pussies I'm 'bout to stick in the rest of it Started raping the rap game; I was sick of molestin' it Give me Crown and some Pepsi a xani bar and a Mescaline Have an Adderall dissolvin' on my tongue like a peppermint, shit... What you still on the fence? You still not convinced? I'm next, what you feel like I'm too red for the trend? Don't resent me when you see me with the tints on the Benz You gotta sit on the bench, you smellin' sin and some scents, you jealous? I ain't stoppin' 'til I'm hot as the devil's and you can try to derail us We change the jealousy just try to compel us We relish any clientele this a mafia wanna challenge us? We'll put you in the ground with ya elders I feel like... [Hook: Rittz] This is gonna be my year Tension in the room when I appear Other rappers they just don't compare I think I got 'em scared, they hear me and it's clear That I'm killin' it and Feelin' like I'm walkin' on air (air!) [3x] Haters like, "He's on top not fair," ya-uh yeah And I still rock the freshed out gear Chain hangin' like a chandelier Walk in everybody stare Maybe cause my hair, but I don't really care Cause I'm killin' it and Feelin' like I'm walkin' on air (air!) [3x] Haters like, "He's on top not fair," [Verse 2: Rittz] I wear my Algierz tee, future famous is on And for the hired I'm up in the Super 8, 'til it's super late To an 8-ball, ain't chasin' but do it straight Find about a lot of rappers duplicate what I do but can't You should take notes, in the booth it's cake; it's nothin' Study me and watch as I illuminate Cock-roaches I got no choice I gotta fumigate Accumulatin' dollars daily how much money you done made? Off rappin' they got the nerve to call me ugly I'm offended I'm a pimp and I could prob'ly fuck ya girlfriend now dog Poke her like a cow prod, fuck her standin' up Inside the bathroom got her grippin' on the towel bar, mouth wide Do it for the money shot, what the fuck is up with guys? Writin' comments below my pictures and shit On Facebook, need to leave that to the bitches and chicks And see cause why you busy dissin' me I been gettin' rich, I feel like... [Hook: Rittz] This is gonna be my year Tension in the room when I appear Other rappers they just don't compare I think I got 'em scared, they hear me and it's clear That I'm killin' it and Feelin' like I'm walkin' on air (air!) [3x] Haters like, "He's on top not fair," ya-uh yeah And I still rock the freshed out gear Chain hangin' like a chandelier Walk in everybody stare Maybe cause my hair, but I don't really care Cause I'm killin' it and Feelin' like I'm walkin' on air (air!) [3x] Haters like, "He's on top not fair," [Verse 3: Rittz] He drink a ginger ale, Jim Beam and Canada Dry, damn it if I Ain't considered number one and I'mma lease this in a revive Benign or somethin', cause I been runnin' Circles around a rapper soundin' like it's amateur night Screamin' like Janet and Mike on the mic, I'm champion-like I'm prob'ly in ya city at the Hampton Inn high 'Dirty Diana' who I met at the show and she blowin' me While I'm fumin' and actin' camera shy And I been rappin' from Atlanta to Chi-town To Boulder, Colorado from Seattle down to Albuquerque Where they found me lurkin', with a ounce of purple With some Diamond Turf Nikes and a Falcons jersey Down in Bourbon Street drinkin', showin' out ya heard me? Throwing beads at bitches, dirty rice, and Étouffée We takin' over smellin' roses it's a fresh bouqet You still with that douche bag? Ain't nothin' left to say, I feel like... [Hook: Rittz] This is gonna be my year Tension in the room when I appear Other rappers they just don't compare I think I got 'em scared, they hear me and it's clear That I'm killin' it and Feelin' like I'm walkin' on air (air!) [3x] Haters like, "He's on top not fair," ya-uh yeah And I still rock the freshed out gear Chain hangin' like a chandelier Walk in everybody stare Maybe cause my hair, but I don't really care Cause I'm killin' it and Feelin' like I'm walkin' on air (air!) [3x] Haters like, "He's on top not fair," ya-uh yeah
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