| Before I start my day, you know I gotta touch the sky first
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| Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first
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| Before I make a play, you know I gotta touch the sky first
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| Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first
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| Before I pull up on your baby mama, I gotta touch the sky first
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| 'fore I step in Benihana’s, I gotta touch the sky first
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| Right before I pin the corner, gotta touch the sky first
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| Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first
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| KK got my mind blown, roll up with a blindfold
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| Police jump behind me, I’m like OJ in that bronco
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| I just get my grind on, High-Tech in my styrofoam
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| Famous bitches sendin' naked pictures to my iPhone
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| I prefer the papers, got the pilot high off vapors
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| I might smoke an acre of a couple different flavors
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| Ride my Mercede, piss-pissin' off the neighbors
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| I’m just gettin' money so I don’t get why they hatin'
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| Before I deal with all this bullshit, I gotta get high
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| Chasin' money homie, I can’t leave a dollar behind
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| If you chase that money too, then we got a lot in common
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| I be smokin' more Os while I’m stackin' up my commas
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| Before I start my day, you know I gotta touch the sky first
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| Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first
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| Before I make a play, you know I gotta touch the sky first
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| Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first
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| Before I pull up on your baby mama, I gotta touch the sky first
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| 'fore I step in Benihana’s, I gotta touch the sky first
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| Right before I pin the corner, gotta touch the sky first
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| Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first
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| (Lex Luger!)
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| I spend the weekend at Frollies, kickin' it, tippin' some strippers
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| I got a headace, she gave me head, now I feel a lot better
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| I drink it straight from the bottle, I shoot it right off the hip
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| Stuff a Moonrock in the ground, 'bout to roll up a rocketship
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| I gotta take that bitch on knockin' her off, now my dick gone
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| Take a few shots to the dome, she say that she love me, then she poppin', gone
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| Might get us something to eat, later though, we probably drop us a bean
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| Drivin' our foreign machine with the bitches thinkin' it’s government cheese
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| Shinin' like a diamond, stun’n like Big Tymers
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| You know that Juicy stack more paper than a three ring binder
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| All day long I’m grind, only way we eat
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| And I don’t get no sleep unless on that lean
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| Before I start my day, you know I gotta touch the sky first
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| Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first
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| Before I make a play, you know I gotta touch the sky first
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| Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first
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| Before I pull up on your baby mama, I gotta touch the sky first
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| 'fore I step in Benihana’s, I gotta touch the sky first
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| Right before I pin the corner, gotta touch the sky first
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| Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first
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| Moonrocks, Hi-Tech
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| Get the weed, where my X, bitch?
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| Shots of the Henny, bottles of Patron
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| Blunts to your face, you don’t wanna sing no more
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| Shots of the Henny, bottles of Patron
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| Blunts to your face, you don’t wanna sing no more
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| Shots of the Henny, bottles of Patron
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| Blunts to your face, you don’t wanna sing no more
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| Shots of the Henny, bottles of Patron
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| Blunts to your face, you don’t wanna sing no more |