Ova Da Sky
(专辑: Last King 2: God's Machine - 2011)
[Big KRIT:] It might be the
herb or the
rims on the
curb That got me seeing so high It must be the
clothes or the
suicide doors Make 'em break the
next exit pass by It can't be the
jewels, I
think it's the
shoes That make me so fly, how fly? Now I
could rap about cars, more exotic broads Buying out the
bar like I'm some kinda star Money bags galore, condos by the
shore E
Elaborate punchlines just to dazzle you some more I
could talk about hoes, how I
break 'em blindfold Hand behind my back with my mouth taped closed No, talk when it's hot shit, chilling when it's cold The
cushy-cushy highs and the
old school lows And can tell you 'bout French, the
diamonds on my neck The
liquor in my system but I
still didn't wreck Yea, all of that is cool but it's mean none the
less I'm fly, so way up high It might be the
herb or the
rims on the
curb That got me seeing so high It must be the
clothes or the
suicide doors Make 'em break the
next exit pass by It can't be the
jewels, I
think it's the
shoes That make me so fly, how fly? Now I
could rap about haters, guns with the
lasers Stripper pole professionals and sexual favors Ralph Lauren uniform, purple those labels Ferraris and cars, just horses in the
stable Yea, we can keep it pimping from here down to Jamaica Kingston to Dubai, wherever planes can take us But how about the
future? I'm winning and they're losers My debonairness, the
swag that might seduce ya The, the
stars that I-I reach for Fell short and off course and landed on Mars Yea, all of that is cool but it's me nothing more I'm fly, so way up high It might be the
herb or the
rims on the
curb That got me seeing so high It must be the
clothes or the
suicide doors Make 'em break the
next exit pass by It can't be the
jewels, I
think it's the
shoes That make me so fly, how fly? [Big Sant:] Ey, now I
can talk about the
high The
way it peels when it landed get hits runways from out the
sky The
way the
sunrise and how the
time change up The
way the
foreign car sound different when it crank up Or maybe 'bout the
doughs, up in expose Inside same color pedals of a
rose Busting maybe on the
chocolate got us Minaj with the
yella', well I'm just being modest So whether you can mop it, cash filled pockets The
after sails, or seven seas, that's before we dock it Bro, we gonna save all that for next time 'Til then I'm... soaring high [Big KRIT:] It might be the
herb or the
rims on the
curb That got me seeing so high It must be the
clothes or the
suicide doors Make 'em break the
next exit pass by It can't be the
jewels, I
think it's the
shoes That make me so fly, how fly?