My All White Air Force Ones Gotta Be Fresh Lyrics

Presenting you My All White Air Force Ones Gotta Be Fresh Lyrics by Comethazine. The song name is SOLVED THE PROBLEM.

My All White Air Force Ones Gotta Be Fresh Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, b—h
Bricks, bows
B—h, yeah
Where the bricks, where the bows? (Where the bricks, where the bows?)
(Ayy, man, Comethazine in this b—h, n—as know I’m piped the f__k up)
Where the bricks, where the bows? (Where the bricks, where the bows?)
B—h, b—h, yeah, b—h

[Chorus]
Where the bricks, where the bows?
1-7-double-O, slither gang, bloody nose
RIP Phillip, that’s my right hand n—a but he gone, yeah
Now I gotta smoke these pussy n—as on my own (Now I gotta smoke ’em on my own)
These n—as actin’ tough but turn pussy over a ho (B—h)
Boy, I would never go, I d^ck that ho, then make her go (Come here)
B—h, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Bye)
And b—h, check on your phone, wait ’til you leave to turn it on (Oh yeah)

[Verse]
That n—a talkin’ tough, yes, I can hear it in his tone (B—h)
I slapped him with the chrome, then put a bullet in his dome (Come here)
My all white Air Force 1’s gotta be fresh or I can’t rock ’em (I can’t rock ’em)
If he step on these, I might just f^ck around and sock him (B—h)
Dangle that boy over a ledge and then I drop him (Bye)
Shoot a bullet straight through his head, I solved the problem (Boom, boom)
Not going back and forth on the ‘Gram, I had to block him (No)
Rather catch him lackin’ in public and then pop him (Come here)
Caught him on the elevator, had to 2Pac him (B—h)
I’ma pull a Biggie Smalls, n—a don’t know who shot him
If I shoot and I miss, I bet one of my guys got him
And I’ma let him keep his sh^t ’cause I’m rich, I ain’t gotta rob him
[Chorus]
Where the bricks, where the bows?
1-7-double-O, slither gang, bloody nose
RIP Phillip, that’s my right hand n—a but he gone, yeah
Now I gotta smoke these pussy n—as on my own (Now I gotta smoke ’em on my own)
These n—as actin’ tough but turn pussy over a ho (B—h)
Boy, I would never go, I d^ck that ho, then make her go (Come here)
B—h, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Bye)
And b—h, check on your phone, wait ’til you leave to turn it on (Oh yeah)
Where the bricks, where the bows?
1-7-double-O, slither gang, bloody nose
RIP Phillip, that’s my right hand n—a but he gone, yeah
Now I gotta smoke these pussy n—as on my own (Now I gotta smoke ’em on my own)
These n—as actin’ tough but turn pussy over a ho (B—h)
Boy, I would never go, I d^ck that ho, then make her go (Come here)
B—h, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (Bye)
And b—h, check on your phone, wait ’til you leave to turn it on (Oh yeah)

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