A$AP Rocky – AIR FORCE (BLACK DEMARCO) Lyrics

AIR FORCE (BLACK DEMARCO)

A$AP Rocky

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"AIR FORCE (BLACK DEMARCO)." - A$AP Rocky

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 09:56 pm

Album: Don't Be Dumb

Track No: 11

Been away a long time, very nice to see you
Pussy boy don't really like me, I don't like him either
Live on a rockstar street, next door, a Beatle
When I die, I'ma ask Jesus for a feature
When they see him faintin', seizure
Pop it, T'd up, mamacita (Yeah)
Had an anorexic model bitch, she was an eater (Yum)
If a **** tryna slime me, I'ma do him greazy
I'm a god in these streets, all my bars MVP
My old hoes in D now, there's more fish in the sea
Kiss my kids 'fore I sleep, R.I.P. ODB
Fuck CO, fuck CO, please (Motherfuck O-P-Ps)
We wear jeans, we wear three
Wear my heart on my sleeve
Where your broad? She with me
Fuck you mean, "Fuck you mean," ****?
Fuck a checkup, ****, run a check up
Let 'em rest up, tell 'em, "Catch up"
Let me dress it up, watch me flex up
Let me switch the style, shawty, turn around
'Rari car alarm going off (Ooh)
Drive it like it's stolen, pulling off (Ah)
Fuck the world, **** live above the law (Ooh)
**** showing out, I'm going up, what?
It's really good to see you (Good to see you)
Very nice to see you (Very nice to see you)
Once again (We high, we high, we high)
Every time
Bumblebees are buzzin' (Bumblebees are buzzin')
Alarms are ringing the bells again (We high, we high, we high, we high)
Gimme at least a vest, gimme at least some SIGs
Gimme at least a vest, gimme at least some blicks
Gimme at least a vest, gimme at least some SIGs
Gimme at least a vest, gimme at least them blicks
Pretty boy hoppin' off the porch
Pretty boy hoppin' off the porch
City boy mobbin' in New York
Pretty boy modelin' Dior
Real wolfpack from the door
Smokin' boof pack like a pack of Newports
Judge want my ass, smoke a pack in the court
Kickin' in your door, all-black Air Force
Old-school whip, got a phone and it's cordless
Glass slippers porcelain, it match with the toilets
I'm the type of **** jump your man, Air Jordan
I be with your bitch, late night, James Corden
Lay back nervous, I'm back, but a different version
I got her scratchin' the walls, you barely scratchin' the surface
I ain't coppin' no purses and I ain't swappin' no verses
Takin' pics through the glass, it's hard to feel like a person
'Rari car alarm going off (Ooh)
Drive it like it's stolen, pulling off (Ah)
Fuck the world, **** live above the law (Ooh)
**** showing out, I'm going up, what?
It's really good to see you (It's so good to see you)
Very nice to see you
Once again (Ah, we high, we high, we high)
Every time
And the bumblebees are buzzin' (Bumblebees are buzzin')
I can't help but love you
Alarms are ringing the bells again (Ah, we high, we high, we high, we high)
Free your mind
Floating on the current (Floating on the current)
Our hearts are racing
We'll never feel alone again
We high, we high, we high
We high, we high, we high
We high, we high, we high
We high, we high, we high

Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, Nasir Harold Pemberton, Kurstin Greg, Zach Fogarty & Jordan Patrick.

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