Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kiss the Sky, artist - M-Phazes.
Date of issue: 12.10.2017
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 |