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- Touch The Sky 歌詞 Rick Ross French Montana John Legend
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- John Legend Touch The Sky 歌詞
- Rick Ross French Montana John Legend
- Fresh out the gate
We gon flood em
You know what it is
Hitmaka
Its that Morrocan Sahara desert where the ocean at
Sound
Montana Romano
Turn it up til you cant turn
Han ayy
Im 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 Ima 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 dont get more under
Til then glass floors with the pitbulls under
Competition full of tricks and bundles
Tricks and bundles
Thats a sport
Sport
Couldnt beat us in the streets so they won in court
Dont get me started
Started
My crib decarted
Decarted
From New York but aint no squares in my garden
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ha
Yeah dont it feel like
Like
The rains 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 Im 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 Im 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 thats for the guys
Hey yeah yeah yeah
Thats the sunset my hitters on the rise
Yeah dont it feel like
Like
The rains 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 dont it
Oh oh oh ooh woah
Yeah it feel good dont it
Dont it feel like
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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