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- Touch The Sky 歌词 Rick Ross French Montana John Legend
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- John Legend Touch The Sky 歌词
- Rick Ross French Montana John Legend
- Fresh out the gate
We gon' flood 'em
You know what it is Hitmaka It's that Morrocan Sahara desert where the ocean at
Sound
Montana Romano Turn it up 'til you can't turn Han ayy I'm past different Different Five b***hes I Saks Fifth 'em They smoke w**d but that Morrocan hash different Ha Glass box to glass whippin' Skrr One of one bag different Born Muslim but the tag Christian
Golden beach mansion Mansion 2002 Steve Francis Too hard for your weak glances
They tried to break the bond like Will and Jada Jada And when they drop the bond I'ma free the Wave up Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh I cop crabs by the kilometers cruisin' through Medina Medina Black hawk risin' like the phoenix The phoenix Six feet it don't get more under 'Til then glass floors with the pitbulls under Competition full of tricks and bundles Tricks and bundles That's a sport Sport Couldn't beat us in the streets so they won in court Don't get me started Started My crib decarted Decarted From New York but ain't no squares in my garden Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ha Yeah don't it feel like Like The rain's on my side
Side 'Cause when it feels right Right My hands touch the sky Sky Pardon my high High Pardon the mood Mood Pardon while I touch the sky Pardon my high High Pardon the mood Mood Double M Pardon my vibe The Greatest M M Maybach Music Meditate back on these clowns my head in the clouds
Whoever did me foul sure regrettin' now Huh I play the music loud when I'm d**kin her down
I decorate the crib they call it nostalgia
I bet the way I live they find it arousin
It is what it is impeccable housin Water blue champagne Huh Not with the jake I'm with a duffel on my campaign Ha Fast money still I suffer from my lack of patience
Back to basics broke n***as vaccinations
Me and French Hall of Fame comin' off the bench What A Richard Millie new McLaren and the baddest b***h Huh My doors butterfly for the summertime The Biggest Top floor of the when she one of mine Ooh The lobsters ravioli and that's for the guys Hey yeah yeah yeah That's the sunset my hitters on the rise Yeah don't it feel like Like The rain's on my side
Side 'Cause when it feels right Right My hands touch the sky Sky Pardon my high High Pardon the mood Mood Pardon while I touch the sky Pardon my high
High Pardon the mood Mood Pardon my vibe Vibe Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh It feel good don't it
Oh oh oh ooh woah
Yeah it feel good don't it
Don't it feel like
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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