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Skyscrapin

 

Skyscrapin


Sauce (yeah)
It's ya boy JC (yeah yeah)
Hee yeah

Rooftops don't come wit ceilings
You'll never find me in the building
I could care less 'bout ya feelings
I'll be up top somewhere chilling
Skyscraping, skyscraping, skyscraping yeah
Skyscraping, skyscraping, skyscraping yeah
(Oh yeah)

Ten toes down to come up (yeah)
I just bought a Lamborghini truck (yeah)
Twin turbo engine that's a must (yeah)
Man I swear this thing got some thrust
Fly out overseas for the weekend
Optometrist vibes, they be peeking
Bad pipe drip, yeah I'm leaking
Guess that's how it is when ya eating

Rooftops don't come wit ceilings
You'll never find me in the building
I could care less 'bout ya feelings
I'll be up top somewhere chilling
Skyscraping, skyscraping, skyscraping yeah
Skyscraping, skyscraping, skyscraping yeah
(Oh yeah)

Never mind the haters cause they broke
I can't let ya play me baby and that's on my soul
I been getting closer wit my friends, dey dead n' gone
Usually I pour fours in Fanta's n' move slow
I got cheese so every day I'm Santa for lil bro
I don't sleep so every day I'm trapping on this road
Gotta keep my heat
So don't go get ta tweaking I might blow
It's a lemon squeeze
Might hear dem shots come knocking at yo door
I gotta foreign thing, ain't got no ceiling
From the trenches to a mansion's barely a difference
Seem like all my life I been in all white kitchens
You said I ain't out here getting it, who you kidding

Rooftops don't come wit ceilings
You'll never find me in the building
I could care less 'bout ya feelings
I'll be up top somewhere chilling
Skyscraping, skyscraping, skyscraping yeah
Skyscraping, skyscraping, skyscraping yeah
(Oh yeah)

Ten toes down to come up (yeah)
Clean but I came out the mud (yeah)

hecho

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