No Air versuri

Versuri Mdot 59 – No Air lyrics

[Intro: Jordin Sparks & Chris Brown, Jordin Sparks, Chris Brown]
Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Can’t live, can’t breathe with no air (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
That’s how I feel whenever you ain’t there
It’s so hard for me to breathe

[Chorus]
Baow, why he talkin’ ‘bout Bones breaking? (What the fuck?)
N- Notti got stabbed in his gut, word to bro, had his soul shakin’ (Baow, baow)
Dotty done blew off his face, word to bro, had his brain achin’ (Baow, baow, baow)
Adotty went out to the pill, started shakin’ his body for real, nigga not wakin’

[Verse 1]
Oh he do it for Dotty? Why the fuck he ain’t do it for Notti?
Thought he was tough, did an uno reverse, [?]
Swing of the broom, three strikes, then you out, so the knife started diggin’ inside of his body
Smokin’ on Notti, the fuck was lil’ DD when they had to walk up the steps with his body? Baow baow
OYK, man, the Hill a disaster
Edot, brains on the wall, shit splatter
Notti Osama went out in the field, nigga, word to my dead, he went out like a batter
Sugarhill Mel went after, CJ Osama went sadder
I’m smokin’ on ‘Dot, he went out like a dick, man, I’m smokin’ the Ape, pills, asthma
When my bro died, I was still on the bank, what the fuck is the ticket? I’m on every block
When Notti went out, they said DD the ticket, he still ain’t go suit up and go throw up a shot
He keep mentionin’ Bones, where the fuck was his chrome when he saw Notti body get dragged from the spot?
And I’m smokin’ on E, nigga really had put the beam right on his face then he blew off his top
Like, let up ‘em throw up an O
Adot, pills in his throat
Edot, Murder She Wrote
Nigga Notti Osama, that’s three in a row
DD Osama stop rappin’ on beats and go pick up a pole and go spin for your bro
Did you forget? Nigga, you was the one right there that saw Notti lil’ body get poked
OY what? Sugarhill Mel put himself in a blunt
Dotty, you was just smokin’ on Notti, like, did you forget, where the fuck was your gun?
We hoodie down, back block with the gun, ankle monitor on, we was spinnin’ for fun
Free AG, nigga really my twin, nigga, word to my dead, on the Hill with a ton, OYK

[Verse 2]
Dotty was mentionin’ Nu, look at what happened to you
Sittin’ there right in the coma and shit and your friends steady rappin’ and shit in the booth
Edot, brains went poof
Adot can’t get in his groove
Word to my dead, free Dudey, he know I was just on the Hill with the Flick tryna boom
Maybach, know I could drop it, how many times we done went up there flockin’?
Pop keep dissin’, his brother the pain, what the fuck did you do when they took off his noggin’?
Baow, that was the sound of him droppin’
Baow, they put an O in his noggin’
Baow, niggas know why they sayin’ my name every track, word to bro, niggas know we could pop it
I saw the Makk, started wavin’ my hand, word to bro, I was makin’ em dance
Ask what I did when I spotted the rapper, no talkin’, on bro, I just got in my stance
Ain’t no talkin’ with me, I’ma blam, ask what I did when they came to the land
Niggas gon’ bring up the scap, better bring up the packs, tried to fly for the Makk, made him land, like
Pop keep trollin’, we had him duckin’ his head out the stolen
We saw the Makk, started throwin’ out pain, nigga, word to my dead, nigga, stop-drop-rolling, baow baow
Adot, groovey, Bino, brains got turned to a smoothie
Thought he was low, niggas stood over top, cocked it back in his face, this shit look like a movie, word to my dead
Bee got plucked, he tried to run, think he run out of luck
He thought he was low, nigga, free Baby Flick, had to pop out the cut and start bustin’ the gun
LA, scapped, tried to run now he fucked, how they clickin’ for LA if LA a blunt?
Watchin’ the video, trollin’ his death, nigga ran to the shot, they was yellin’, „Don’t run”, word to my dead

[Chorus]
Why he talkin’ ‘bout Bones breaking?
N- Notti got stabbed in his gut, word to bro, had his soul shakin’ (Baow)
Dotty done blew out his shit, word to bro, had his brain achin’
Adotty went out to the pill, started shakin’ his body for real, nigga not wakin’