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Kiss The Sky (feat. Hit Wxnder)

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Ah, yeah
Ah, yeah

Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt
Hop inside the leather, soft as fur
Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah)
Go 'head push the button, baby

Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss
Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is
Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain't on this kind of drip
The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip (Yeah)

Ring on the fist (Fist)
Look like we won us a championship (Yeah)
I never switch (No) , some niggas flip
Really ain't know how to handle this shit
Shootin' my shot, They see the skirt
Took over risk. tryna get rich
Rockstar livin', was signing them tits (Ayy)
Rappin' this shit, I was blessed with a gift (Ayy)
Put on my hatДrs, the city is back
Live by the codĐ”, die by the flags
Stop with the chat, all of it's cap
Keep throwin' jabs, I'ma react
I got a girl but you all on my dick
You wouldn't know how to handle my bitch
I get her Chanel like it's Christmas
got everything on her wish list
That Porsche Gold, two double O
Watch out, I run 'em over
Fake niggas, they come and go
Real ones, they run low, woah
Everything covered in gold
Me and the money don't fold
This shit'll never get old (No)
Game will forever be told (Aw yeah)

Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt (Yeah)
Hop inside the leather, soft as fur
Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah)
Go 'head push the button, baby

Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss
Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is
Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain't on this kind of drip
The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip

I never switch up, never switch up on my brodies
Your girl tryna be my one and only
Why you all in the club actin' like you know me? (Know me)
Just 'cause I got a check, now all these lil' bitches
they on me (That's facts)
But I cannot fuck with a fake (That's facts)
Bitch, get out of my face (That's facts)
I do not want you, I'm straight (Ooh ooh)
You want me back, it's too late (Late)
My wrist is wet like a lake
I don't care, I let 'em hate (Ooh ooh)
I pulled up with a clique and you know we won't stop
lil' bitch (Pulled up with a clique)
Started from the bottom like Drake
but I'm headed to the top, lil' bitch
Every since I got rich, these hoes all on my dick (On my dick, yeah)
He tried to take my girl but nobody could take my bitch
(Can't take my bitch, yeah)

Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt
Hop inside the leather, soft as fur
Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah)
Go 'head push the button, baby

Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss
Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is
Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain't on this kind of drip
The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip

Compositores: Brian Collins Jr (Kid Ink), Edward Mcguire Cameron (Knoc The Hometown Hero), Rasmus Alessandro Cantoreggi (Mr Onion), Julian Alexander
ECAD: Obra #29701427

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