tip of my tongue Ready to destroy All in it's path All in it's way because it can It's all out of control It's all from the soul Fly with the high Go with
Fordítás: Görbe. Fly With The High.
Ya heard the Ice was rockin', ticket sales were high Bought some fresh Adidas so you could look fly Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here Tripped
hard as a pole. Fucked so many bitches think my dick went gold. I love the stripping bitches, dancing bitches, fat butt hoes. I love the high heeled bitches with
chicken wangs With celery sticks and dip A glass of dom, with some hittin' songs And a cute girl on my hip, well alright My man was chillin' with a girl
you just look so good , you got my boxers on eheh , Standing in the kitchen looking on the stove nothing but my boxers with high heels on girl you look
gun fly Should call a Mumbai with the bumbaclot It's Black Thought, my sound's hard to come by Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high Banging yacht
of a new dance And everyone of us was made to reflect the light And glorify the most high so bright We got one world 'til its time to fly So it's
window saw an eagle fly by, the vibe's Up on the fire escape, the steps I takes when I climb Yo, I gets higher than the size of a high rise, y'all realize
pools of love With these ounces I be loungin? Roof thugs chew on slugs Maneuver through hoods and clubs Purple kush by the bush Dick is curved like
with the iced out lens Birdman, Birdlady with the Burberry Benz Royal blue niggas with them coca-cola lens Fly ass nigga with that new coupe Bentley Gator on the eyes with
it's a figure of speech When I say, I get six figures a week And all ya'll think, that's ideal I'm wit' fly wheels, in high heels In tillin', that mink
-trace, slice and brace ox All flam and flamboyant, meet me crossroads, one way zones If you with it, I'm with it, blow my smoke, claustrophobic You can get dealt with
with the iced out lens Birdman Birdlady with the Burberry Benz Royal blue niggas with them Coca-Cola lens Fly ass nigga with that new coupe Bentley Gator on the eyes with
of Troy (Chorus) Accepted story a myth On these streets walked A wordsmith Ahead of the learning curve Pitch A strike To the mentally weak With write
won't have a clue I want a round room just to be with you I want a round room just to be with you I want a round room just to be with you
