Sky
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Sky
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What? What? What? What?
I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit
I told my boy: Go roll like ten blunts for me
I told my boy: Go roll like ten blunts for me
I'm tryna get high till I can't feel nothin'
I'm tryna get high till I can't feel nothin'
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin'
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin'
I'm way too high (yeah, what?)
Woah, woah
I'm way too high
Woah, woah
I'm way too high
Woah, woah
I'm way too high
Woah, woah
I'm way too high
Wake up
It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
I brush my teeth and count up
I let my bitch roll my blunt
I'm 'bout to dirty my cup
Pour up some lean and get stuck
I make her scream when we fuck (slatt, scrеam, suck it)
I don't drive R8s, I don't like those
I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows
Can't fuck with nobody, not even my shadow
I got on Ed Hardy, she got on stilettos
She my best friend, yeah, we not a couple
She a rockstar, she a sex symbol
The way she do that shit, she make it look simple
The way she do that shit, she make it look simple
Baby, tell me what you wanna do
Baby, tell me everybody you screw
Tell me everybody you took to this room
I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room
I gotta know who you fucked in this room
I gotta know who you fucked in this room
Can't trust no bitch, can't trust these niggas
Yeah, in love with my money, in love with my pistols
In love with my bitch, I think she my bitch
I know she suck dick, I know she not shit
I been thinkin' 'bout it, finna cut off that bitch
She don't cook, she don't clean, but she want Ruth Chris
I don't even like to hug, I don't even like to kiss
I just pat her on the ass
And tell her: Good shit
I just walked in my pad
Paparazzi at the fence (slatt)
I'm 'bout to pour up some red
And shawty gon' roll up some shit
(What? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')
And shawty gon' roll up some shit
I'm 'bout to pour up some red
And shawty gon' roll up some shit
I told my boy: Go roll like ten blunts for me
I told my boy: Go roll like ten blunts for me
I'm tryna get high till I can't feel nothin'
I'm tryna get high till I can't feel nothin'
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin'
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin'
I'm way too high
Woah, woah
I'm way too high
Woah, woah, woah
I'm way too high
Woah, woah, woah
I'm way too high
Woah, woah, woah
I'm way too high
What? What? What?
I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit
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