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点击复制Touch The Sky (Explicit) - Cam'ron/Wiz Khalifa/Smoke DZA
Killa
Niggas try to show me
And make history Arab
You try to sh*t on me and make history
You history
You got to love the guy
In God I trust he trusts in I
When I get high it feel like I
(touch the sky)
And yeah I dress to kill
I make it so you dressed to die
Bless the guy
If he try and take the stand
And (testify)
Yeah buddy boy turn him
Into Buddy Lee
With four dirty
Niggas in some ugly tee's (na-na-na)
And despite figures
You can't fight triggas
Drunk off light liquor light niggas
In the wintertime
But I got the drop warm
Snowin' out showin' out
The top gone (na-na-na)
I do what I have to do
They say"you little bastard you"
"Look man they all gonna laugh at you"
You wifed it in public
F**k it you like it I love it
Butt disgustin' I'm disgusted
Don't wanna discuss it
Look me eye-to-eye
We could go eye-for-eye
But pardon I'm puffin' on (la-la-la)
Reach out and (touch the sky)
Look up and (touch the sky)
Smoke a blunt and (touch the sky)
Can anybody (testify)
We just doin' what we usually do
Nah Cam
I can tell they ain't used to you
Pounds on the floor
Guns on the wall
If there's money to make
Then I'm makin' a call
Blood on my chain
W**d in the jar
W**d in the air
2 pits in the yard
Handlin' biz
Cameras all over the crib
You broke and can't stand it
To count this much money
You need enough stamina
Some went to Stanford
I grew up on Cam and them
Makin' this money
And makin' it fast
Rollin' a joint and I'm makin' it last
Reppin' my Gang
Ain't no fakin' it
Drivin' my car like it ain't
Got no brakes in it
Now both my cribs got a safe in it
Had my own swag
You start takin' it
Rollin' one up and I'm facin' it
Got so much juice
You could taste the sh*t
Shout out to Juicy J
He rock them Louis shades
We all get stupid paid
I ball let's hoop today
Got one need two of them rings
Look at me
See I'm doin' my thing
I'm just tryna up my sushi game
Old school sh*t you's a lame
Reach out and (touch the sky)
Look up and (touch the sky)
Smoke a blunt and (touch the sky)
Can anybody (testify)
We just doin' what we usually do
Nah Cam
I can tell they ain't used to you
Reach out and (touch the sky)
Look up and (touch the sky)
Smoke a blunt and (touch the sky)
Can anybody (testify)
We just doin' what we usually do
Nah Cam
I can tell they ain't used to you
Sh*t I'm extra high
F**k it where's the pesticides
Dibble out the bag
Put the rest aside
Fonzarelli flow
The cool'll never die
Ask me if i'm stoned
When am I ever not
Rollin' up
You tryna hit this L' or nah
Coped another Rollie
I was pressed for time
TNT pullin' up
But we don't talk to swine
Send the corner pies
Hustler since
Breakin' nights
Blowin' blunts on Morningside
While you was in the nosebleeds
At the Drake and Wayne tour
I was Hitler with the pounds
Got like 8 off
Eatin' clean the plate off
They only hate cause they lost
First class ni**a
Make a flight before the take off
F**k a label 'less it's Black Label
Indie ni**a but I'm that major
It's still f**k the other side
Never lettin' nothin' ride
Roofless sh*t roof the b**ch
See if she can (touch the sky)
Reach out and (touch the sky)
Look up and (touch the sky)
Smoke a blunt and (touch the sky)
Can anybody (testify)
We just doin' what we usually do
Nah Cam
I can tell they ain't used to you
Reach out and (touch the sky)
Look up and (touch the sky)
Smoke a blunt and (touch the sky)
Can anybody (testify)
We just doin' what we usually do
Nah Cam
I can tell they ain't used to you