Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Touch da Sky First, artist - Juice. Album song Mix It, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DJ Feugo
Song language: English
Touch da Sky First |
Before I start my day, you know I gotta touch the sky first |
Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first |
Before I make a play, you know I gotta touch the sky first |
Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first |
Before I pull up on your baby mama, I gotta touch the sky first |
'fore I step in Benihana’s, I gotta touch the sky first |
Right before I pin the corner, gotta touch the sky first |
Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first |
KK got my mind blown, roll up with a blindfold |
Police jump behind me, I’m like OJ in that bronco |
I just get my grind on, High-Tech in my styrofoam |
Famous bitches sendin' naked pictures to my iPhone |
I prefer the papers, got the pilot high off vapors |
I might smoke an acre of a couple different flavors |
Ride my Mercede, piss-pissin' off the neighbors |
I’m just gettin' money so I don’t get why they hatin' |
Before I deal with all this bullshit, I gotta get high |
Chasin' money homie, I can’t leave a dollar behind |
If you chase that money too, then we got a lot in common |
I be smokin' more Os while I’m stackin' up my commas |
Before I start my day, you know I gotta touch the sky first |
Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first |
Before I make a play, you know I gotta touch the sky first |
Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first |
Before I pull up on your baby mama, I gotta touch the sky first |
'fore I step in Benihana’s, I gotta touch the sky first |
Right before I pin the corner, gotta touch the sky first |
Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first |
(Lex Luger!) |
I spend the weekend at Frollies, kickin' it, tippin' some strippers |
I got a headace, she gave me head, now I feel a lot better |
I drink it straight from the bottle, I shoot it right off the hip |
Stuff a Moonrock in the ground, 'bout to roll up a rocketship |
I gotta take that bitch on knockin' her off, now my dick gone |
Take a few shots to the dome, she say that she love me, then she poppin', gone |
Might get us something to eat, later though, we probably drop us a bean |
Drivin' our foreign machine with the bitches thinkin' it’s government cheese |
Shinin' like a diamond, stun’n like Big Tymers |
You know that Juicy stack more paper than a three ring binder |
All day long I’m grind, only way we eat |
And I don’t get no sleep unless on that lean |
Before I start my day, you know I gotta touch the sky first |
Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first |
Before I make a play, you know I gotta touch the sky first |
Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first |
Before I pull up on your baby mama, I gotta touch the sky first |
'fore I step in Benihana’s, I gotta touch the sky first |
Right before I pin the corner, gotta touch the sky first |
Gotta touch the sky first, gotta touch the sky first |
Moonrocks, Hi-Tech |
Get the weed, where my X, bitch? |
Shots of the Henny, bottles of Patron |
Blunts to your face, you don’t wanna sing no more |
Shots of the Henny, bottles of Patron |
Blunts to your face, you don’t wanna sing no more |
Shots of the Henny, bottles of Patron |
Blunts to your face, you don’t wanna sing no more |
Shots of the Henny, bottles of Patron |
Blunts to your face, you don’t wanna sing no more |