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Clear The Air (Explicit) - City Girls
Producer：Audio Jones
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 high I'm rob him if he sweet I'm gobble him
If he rich I'm slob him if he broke I'm dodge him
In a room full of flauging
He wanna f**k without his rubber on
Cuban link but its color gone so you know a b**ch never wrong
You a broke a** f**k n**ga period
And it ain't sh*t you can tell me I ain't hearing it
JT：
B**ch I want smoke let's clear the air
My b**ches on go and we'll get there
Thirty on my bag that's brick fair
Y'all h*es won't last we gon' snap all year yeah
B**ch I want smoke let's clear the air
My b**ches on go and we'll get there
Thirty on my bag that's brick fair
Y'all h*es won't last we gon' snap all year yeah
Let's clear the air ain't sh*t sweet
Can't f**k me suck me or touch me 'less ends meet
I been savage been letting n**gas have it
Take all a n**ga got and disappear like magic
I couldn't tell if he's was haitian or Jamaican
But that n**ga paper long so I had my n**gas waiting
Took the money on vacation on an island Venezuela
Magaritas with my b**ches living life Caucasian
I gave a f**k about no h*e who fell off but still want smoke
Now that's a low blow Yung Miami that's my doll to we on a roll
City Girls all year y'all h*es know
B**ch I want smoke let's clear the air
My b**ches on go and we'll get there
Thirty on my bag that's brick fair
Y'all h*es won't last we gon' snap all year yeah
B**ch I want smoke let's clear the air
My b**ches on go and we'll get there
Thirty on my bag that's brick fair
Y'all h*es won't last we gon' snap all year yeah
