Yea
Ya'll already know who this is
Got the voice of Brooklyn, I know ya'll niggas here my footsteps out there
Aka sellasone aka whop but jaws, imma tell ya'll now right? Aka, I know what I'm sayin ready? Papoose, Pap-poose.

C*** the thang, now air it out [x4]
Now wit a hammer lets grip it, c*** it back lets spit it, we spot lets stick it, wit a work lets flip it.
C*** the thang, now air it out [x2]

I was sittin' on a scoup, sittin' on a scoup, sitting, on a scoup wit the roover on my side now I'm ridin' in a coup, ridin' in a coup, ridin' in a coup wit the roover on my side.

C*** the thang, now air it out [x4]

I was on 4 Tin street down town Brooklyn
Iced out so these niggas keep lookin', he aint know Pap had to get on him, c*** the thing back then I step to him.

C*** the thang, now air it out [x4]

I was on Touch It Remix, man I did my thing
When I came up made shit done change now the one point job is ma name, stop! Show them how that gun bang.

C*** the thang, now air it out [x4]

I was on 47 Fella-Diamond District then,
Baby Bling got ma wrist glistenin', rappas say they wanna get it in wit him, when they see him they don't say shit to him.

C*** the thang, now air it out [x4]

Kay-slay double K shouldn't it P A P
Carry our guns through the industry
Talk tough then we tell you are I P
So all ya'll punk rappers stop comin' at me

C*** the thang, now air it out [x3]
C*** the thang, c*** suckas!
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Air It Out Lyrics

Papoose – Air It Out Lyrics