Touch The Sky
- Locked by Carri04 on Mar 9, '24 1:03amReason: Request
Thread Topic: Touch The Sky
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Oh, let do it
I ain't fall off, I just ain't release my new s---
I blew up, now everybody tryna sue me
You call me Nas, but the hood call me Doobie (yeah)
And this one is for the champions
I ain't lost since I began, yeah
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah
Then I went did it again, yeah
I told you long ago on the road
I got what they waiting for (I got what they're waiting for)
I don't run from nothing, dawg
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't laying low (b----, I ain't running from nowhere)
You was never really rooting for me anyway (ooh, ooh)
When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say (ooh, ooh)
"He don't run from nothing, dawg
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over" (yeah) -
Yep.
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Get low. Get low get low get low
To the window!
To the wall! -
'Til the sweat—
'Til all these b----es crawl
'Til all skeet-skeet, motherf---er (motherf---er)
'Til all skeet-skeet, goddamn (goddamn)
'Til all skeet-skeet, motherf---er (motherf---er)
'Til all skeet-skeet, goddamn (goddamn) -
There's some hoes in this house there's some hoes in this house
Certified freak
7 days a week
Wet wet wet
Pull out game weak -
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Montana, work, work, work, work, work, work
What you twerkin' wit'?
Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerk wit'?
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man
Hundred out the lot, I be leaning that Ciroc
Hundred large bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a Brinks truck in my pocket
Thirty chains on my collar
Two drops, no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I'm hella smoke, b---- know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
Three beans I'm on that (huah)
We pop a molly (huah) she bus' it open (huah)
She seen the 'gatti (huah) that soaking -
We can't say those words here. 🥴
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I didn't learn English to not be able to express the words I've learned.
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I'm dead. 🤣
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Vroom on the Yamaha, chromed-out eleven-hundred
What I'm doing? (Getting money)
What we doing? (Getting money)
What they doing? (Hating on us) But they never cross
(Cash Money still the company and) b----, I'm the boss
And I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy
I'm the Young Stunna, stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy -
They ask me what I do and who I do it for (yeah)
And how I come up with this s--- up in the studio (yeah)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (true)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (tell 'em)
When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store (tell 'em)
When I die, bury me inside the Louis store (true)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (yeah)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (2 Chainz!) -
It's time for the twerkulator
It's time for the twerkulator
I'ma shake what my mama gave me
I'ma shake my money-maker
It's time for the twerkulator
It's time for the twerkulator
It's time for the twerkulator
It's time for the twerkulator (ayy) -
Stop drop roll, open the doors and baby light my fire
Watch how I carry this thing like Mariah
Trying to make loo like an LA riot
Stick it for the ice in the cream like Breyers
All messed up like Micheal Myers
I'm tryna multiply wha, you all dividing
Call it Ice Cube, get it hit it on a Friday
(Ya'll get knocked the f--- out)
When Pit go all out
I play broke, while your broke ass ball out
Me I'm Diddy, Jay Z and Stee stay a little bit a bigge gimme the loo and I beat out
What's your thing boy, forget a debate boy
They're filling me like Obama and Hilary
So pick up pick up your artillery before
You get cut up like umbilical cord, let's go -
She's my Asian persuasion
Skin good, she don't need foundation
You held me down when I was in the station
When I write this song you're my inspiration
Now and then I get impatient
If I see an opp boy it's incineration
Forget your ex babe, he's still a pagan
You're my number one girl, no debating
Might hit Oslo or go Copenhagen
My life's like a movie, no narrating
We can take a flight, just pick a day when
Everybody want her but that b---- is taken
Every time I rap it's incriminating
Haraam like pancakes with a bit of bacon
Now she's checking my phone, it's getting irritating -
Subete ushinatte mo kimi wa mada
Soko ni iru to shinjitakatta
Come and leave your mark
Vandalize my heart
Munashikute mo owaraserenai
Akirameru hodo tsuyoku wa nai
Come and leave your mark
Vandalize my heart
Nanimo nakunatte kara kidzuita
Hajime kara kimi wa inakatta
Come and leave your mark
Vandalize my heart
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