City Girls - Clear The Air lyrics

Thirty inch lace, so I sat on his face I'm from the Loc's, I could tell you how the top feel Quater mil on a new crib, red bottoms on blue heels Pop bottles like New Years If he high I'ma rob him, if he sweet I'ma gobble him If he rich, I'ma slob him, if he broke, I'ma dodge him In a room, full of flauging He wanna f** without his rubber on Cuban link, but its color gone, so you know a b**h never wrong You a broke a** f** n***a, period! And it ain't sh**, you can tell me, I ain't hearing it b**h I want smoke, let's clear the air My b**hes on go! And we'll get there Thirty on my bag, that's brick fair Y'all hoes won't last, we gon' snap all year, yeah b**h I want smoke, let's clear the air My b**hes on go! And we'll get there Thirty on my bag, that's brick fair Y'all hoes won't last, we gon' snap all year, yeah Let's clear the air, ain't sh** sweet Can't f** me, s** me, or touch me, 'less ends meet I been savage, been letting n***as have it Take all a n***a got, and disappear like magic I couldn't tell if he's was Haitian or Jamaican But that n***a money long, so I had my n***as waiting Took the money on vacation, on an island Venezuela Magaritas with my b**hes, living life, Caucasian I gave a f** about no hoe, who fell off, but still want smoke Now thats a low blow, Yung Miami, that's my doll to, we on a roll City Girls all year, y'all hoes know b**h I want smoke, let's clear the air My b**hes on go! And we'll get there Thirty on my bag, that's brick fair Y'all hoes won't last, we gon' snap all year, yeah b**h I want smoke, let's clear the air My b**hes on go! And we'll get there Thirty on my bag, that's brick fair Y'all hoes won't last, we gon' snap all year, yeah