Correction Paroles In The Air par Erik Sanders

Featuring(s) : Allday

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[Erik Sanders]
Make 'em feel it in their legs
Bitch, I'm banging on my chest, yeah
But my status be supreme, yeah
But my apes with the shits, yeah
I'ma stomp in my ricks, yeah
Had to go and hit that lick, yeah
Fell in love with that bitch, yeah
Ice age on my wrist, yeah
I gotta hit me like two
Bitch, and I'm droppin' the roof
Now they wanna stay in the loop
Now they wanna f*ck up my mood
She say that she done with the Xannies
But she still calling me Zaddy
Smoking that gas on a yachty
Yeah, I'm f*cking on your thottie
New designer on my body
You miss it, you late to the party
Rollin' up, get it poppin'
No sir, I ain't stoppin'
All of their panties be droppin'
Cashing out, boy, I'm coppin'
Sit with the code and I lock it
Boy, you don't really pop shit
Boy, I got plenty of options
I be smellin' like Versace
And my gas be skunky
They switchin' up, actin' funny
As long as my bitches love me
As long as my bitches love me

I cannot lie to the kids, I put my life on this shit
They don't wanna see me live
They don't wanna see me live, no
I put a chain on my bitch, I put a whip in the crib
I got the gang up in here, Sanders season in the air
Yeah, woah

They don't wanna see me live
They don't wanna see me live, no
I got the gang up in here, Sanders season in the air, yo
They can feel it in the air, heavy gas in the air, yo
They could feel it in the air, they see the sounds in the air, yo

[Allday]
I got plans not dreams, yeah

They're gonna chat 'bout me, yeah
I just act, don't think, yeah, spend a grand on jeans, yeah
'Cause I'm worth it, L'Oréal, and I never worry 'bout it
I'ma say sorry now for when I go f*ck around, yeah
Irish boy under this pressure
Start feeling like Conor McGregor
Stop feeling like Bono and them
Close to the edge, I'm dropping them pebbles, splash
I don't trust me to down me, I like weed but it's cloudy
I like the beach but I'm drowning
You need bees to get flowers
And she say she still love me after all the druggy
Things I've done, that's a diamond right there
I've been waiting nightly, same thing
Come back, return, LeBron, three-one

I cannot lie to the kids, I put my life on this shit
They don't wanna see me live, they don't wanna see me live, no
I put a chain on my bitch, I put a whip in the crib
I got the gang up in here, Sanders season in the air
Yeah, woah

They don't wanna see me live
They don't wanna see me live, no
I got the gang up in here
Sanders season in the air, yo
They can feel it in the air
Heavy gas in the air, yo
They could feel it in the air
They see the sounds in the air, yo

[Erik Sanders]
I gotta hit me like two, bitch, and I'm droppin' the roof
Now they wanna stay in the loop, now they wanna f*ck up my mood
I been smokin' gas, I need a xanny now
On my level, yeah, welcome to the family now
She bringing new bitches to my house
1 player, 3 keepers, I don't know how
Know how

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