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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
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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

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