Air Transat Freestyle Lyrics

I bloom too much I been a flower for a minute
Its rappy maky maniac the rap be my incentive
Best around the city boy i should run the senate
Got to many jobs i paper chase i try to get it
She bothers me too much im in the rough don wanna let it
The chips are in my hand i got it covered tryna bet it
Wish i was a prison all the bitches in my celly
Dirty big ugly f*ck come rub me on my belly
I hit it fast she throw it back its like im playing tennis
Crocker with the booty cake i should call it Betty
Spray around the celebration someone drop the ‘fetti
Jim around the office put the staple in the jelly
You gotta talk to Seb it's only private on my telly
I just get it done im drippy sauce that be my metric
Yall just do the same to be the clone to be symmetric
20, went to school wanted to be a paramedic
Now im on the plane i send the link and now they check it
If I do a show they gotta pay me gotta cheque it
Best performer , bet you they know, don't gotta stress it
I just be the fire, do the bomb they gotta check it
Spot and find can suck on cock ain't tryna help it
Bars over bars over bars I gotta set it
If i get to plan this, i gotta get it
Shooting from the pump, i drop the pellet
Bitch nigga central I need repellant
Lying with your girl, that's when you're telling
We done ran a train And now they building one

Oh f*ck.. I burped
Im talking too much shit
Im playin'
Niggas gon be mad me for no reason...f*ck

I done got too many lime limelights
My shit is fine it shine bright
Boy i shit gold
Made an app
You done told
Got a bitch needed a friend tho
She changed up
Gimme da tempo
I switched up getting evenko
Its big now gettin a lambo
West side king you catch me i hit the reject
You googled me crazy and found my pages on the cnet
What the kinda paper we get?
You caught me on the d-web
Met mes bars en guillemet ,pi
Met mes boys aux guichets
You like the bars that we set
We getting paper cause we bet
In the east ends,east end
Eating a whippet nigga
Dont tell your friends how we met
You softer than kleenex
Im Stevie with the phoenix
Im Michael with the beat it

...f*ck!
Ah yeah!
Rami B!
Like we ain't gon let that shit goin
We gon keep that shit goin on these motherf*ckers
Ah yeah!
Run that shit man
Ah yeah!
Take ya ass to the dancefloor, lets get it
Hey Mr. Sterlin bro, mon prof yo back then
En quatrieme annee shoutout to that nigga man...we was trippin'

Just in case you don't know who the f*ck it is
Add another one at the end let this niggas know man

AH YEAH!

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