about my air forces [Chorus] Don't care how many shoes I get, when all else fails dem the shoes I pick And I walk like so I don't bruise my kicks I got
Tradução: TI. Mi Fuerza Aérea.
I preach through my raps God is watchin me I still reach to my strap Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach
, when I aim, I'm gonna spray When I eat, I order the same old entree When I ride, I let the same old songs play And when I work, I do the same old long
Dirt they throwin' mud slides on my name They never seen this kind of stud size in a chain I analyze that like i'm Billy Crystal I'm forced to move around
Uh, like that I got on I got on Like that I got on I got on Like that I got on I got on Like that I got on I got on [Fabolous] From the rock to the
I'm not [?] boy I'm heading back to my car, As I walked around the corner, I was like damn, Los Angeles [?] behind my lam,.. before I can hot the gate I
and bust doors I ain't goin back to jail nigga that what I flush for My money or my glock who do I trust more? I don't know it's probably the one that
I pour that Patron, Maybe it's how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne. Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone, And I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch
Cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your
let me tie up my Air Max '95's Told you niggaz when I met you I'ma rider And if I got a die I'd rather homicide I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandma
know I love you like I love my shoes, But even white Air Force Ones come in twos, Yeah I like her and I like you too, What's wrong, She my bitch and
around my neck I'm seein' my death, and I ain't even took my first step I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy The doctor looked and said "He's gonna be