Clear the Air lyrics

by

Trina


[Verse 1: Yung Miami]
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 tight I'll rob him (Rob him), if he sweet I'ma gobble him (Gobble him)
If he rich I'll slob him (Slob him), if he broke I'ma dodge him (Dodge him)
Ain't no room for the flaugin' (Flaugin')
He wanna f*ck without his rubber on
Cuban link but its color gone, so you know a b*tch never wrong
You a broke ass f*ck n*gga, period
And it ain't sh*t you can tell me, I ain't hearin' it

[Chorus: JT]
b*tch, I want smoke, let's clear the air
My b*tches 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

[Chorus: JT]
b*tch, I want smoke, let's clear the air
My b*tches 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

[Verse 2: JT]
Let's clear the air, ain't sh*t sweet (Period)
Can't f*ck me, suck me, or touch me, 'less ends meet (Where the bag at?)
I been savage, been lettin' n*ggas have it
Take all a n*gga got and disappear like magic (Boy bye)
I couldn't tell if he's was Haitian or Jamaican
But that n*gga paper long, so I had my n*ggas waitin'
Took the money on vacation, on an island Venezuela
Magaritas with my b*tches, livin' life, Caucasian
I give a f*ck about no ho
Who fell off but still want smoke, now thats a low blow
Yung Miami, that's my dawg too, we on a roll
City Girls all year, y'all hoes know
[Chorus: JT]
b*tch, I want smoke, let's clear the air
My b*tches 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

[Chorus: JT]
b*tch, I want smoke, let's clear the air
My b*tches 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
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