Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kiss the Sky, artist - Blu. Album song The Works, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Obese
Song language: English
Kiss the Sky |
| The introduction I’m |
| Best to your average, better with pads |
| And raps that make you bask, but don’t gotta master |
| Mistresses meet the bastard, kissing it, a hazard |
| Lips have been killing niggas since niggas was spitting classics |
| Venomous with the vixens, vital for idle vagges |
| Midas this still like I’m touching his prices so like a plaque with it |
| Smack, wack, written off the tracks, wheel it back for me |
| Stacks I eat like snacks, meals for raps homie |
| Skills you lack attract to me like black pussy |
| Rap cookie monster’s back giving cats noogies |
| Trap bully rap like the gat |
| Fully automat, autograph the rack that Giuseppe hoodie |
| Hook her up for a brother, put her up on that other |
| Put a love on my rubber and cookie cutter |
| A smooth lover wonder what was under covers |
| When I woke, all my CDs was gone, she left the covers |
| What the fuck |
| Excuse me as I kiss the sky |
| It was s-s-something in the air |
| Rest in the sky, the cloud’s my sofa |
| Up to the sky |
| I’m fly, I shine so bright up like the star up in the sky |
| I’m up into the sky, I’m so fly |
| I’m gonna shine light like the star up in the sky |
| I’m up into the sky, I’m so fly |
| My name is up there, I’m on my God shit |
| Got lifted below the heavens and ain’t stop since |
| Mob shit, why should I pimp live shrimp |
| A picture worth a million words, I’m Gustav Klimt |
| Bitch, get your name tag aimed at |
| Lyrics headed straight to your heart, you need a vein slap |
| I took the game, now I’m here to give that fame back |
| Cause really, it’s way too many lames tryna claim rap |
| Rugged and powerful, hustling without a group manager |
| Label’ll budget fuck the shit out of loots |
| Fuck, you’re born to bust it, what could a condom do, nothing |
| No fucking around I ain’t a prostitute |
| Bumping underground when my partner swooped me up |
| I got lots to do, running errands im wearing Yacchi shoes |
| Hop got hip and dropped the new from out the blue |
| Outclass and outrap niggas, now I’m out for you |
| Blaow! |
| Giving a shout out to my child |
| And another shot for anybody tryna do us foul |
| The truest now, been the truest then, you a sin |
| You a lie, I should look you in your eyes when you spit |
| Turn the sky a different tint, when I’m pissed, pitch a tent |
| This is my house, I’m nothing this is my cloud, bitch |
| On my brand new heavies, eating my veggies and grits |
| Ready to pimp, stay ready, you ain’t gotta get ready trick |