they long crash landed in the game bout to call 'em out home Can't nobody tell me what I did wrong. But they say that I'm insane A little crazy, bitch
up they long crash landed in the game bout to call 'em out home Cant nobody tell me what I did wrong. But they say that I'm insane A little crazy, bitch
[feat. Kid Ink] [Chorus: Ray J & Kid Ink] Free drinks in the air, air If you're getting that money Party like you really don't care yeah Hands up hands
you, plus your weak religion in disguise Nowadays, I cut prize, the invincible, untouchable CNN Is boldfaced, written in gold with ink pen Channel 10, we break ten, win again Kid
air just throw your drinks in the air just throw your drinks in the air http://www.hiphopsonglyrics.com/ray-j-feat-kid-ink-drinks-in-the-air-lyrics [Kid Ink
[Chorus: Ray J & Kid Ink] Free drinks in the air, air If you're getting that money Party like you really don't care yeah Hands up hands up hands up hands
no deadbeats (but I') Better find you a application boy, get up on yo feet' (right) Though your E.D.'s was dirty, my rhyme book was neat (ya) Plus I ink
the stage and grab the mirco Phone, your life leaked, your fucked, mic's blown My shit's clear like mountain spring water You better reaching for that nickel plated ink
Dawn" Eh-yo, where "The Obsticle"? Anything's possible "Allah Sees Everything", kid, check the obsticle Beretta did his verse in the crowd, this kid's
