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Ova Da Sky - Big K.R.I.T.
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 p*** by
It can't be the jewels I think its the shoes
That make me so fly how fly
Now I could rap about cars more exotic broads
Buyin' out the bar like I'm some kinda star
Money bags galore condos by the shore
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 **** chillin' when its cold
The cushy-cushy highs and the old school lows
And I 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 its 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 p*** by
It can't be the jewels I think its 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 pimpin' from here down to jamaica
Kingston to dubai wherever planes can take us
But how about the future I'm winnin' and they losers
My debonairaness the swag that might seduce ya
The 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 p*** by
It can't be the jewels I think its the shoes
That make me so fly how fly
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
Bustin' 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'msoaring 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 p*** by
It can't be the jewels I think its the shoes
That make me so fly how fly