NatStar - Blue Skyy / Dreamin lyrics

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NatStar - Blue Skyy / Dreamin lyrics

[Verse 1 "Blue Skyy"] Hold up, lemme pause for a minute I don't say sky I look up say God is the limit And God is my witness I go hard for the digits Like a n***a tryin to mack, in a crowd full of b**hes hold up Saying that sh** ya broad is a witness You mackin she stackin cash n credit cards for the pimpin You call her independent You higher than your expectations of her you can't save but you love her We cakin' like Merita bakery we in the oven I'm hotter than a, room with two overweight lovers Plus I got that heavy D Homie what u tellin me n***a fresh to d**h might as well go head and bury me With no embalm Henny instead, me and your girl impressed on your site we call that embed Watch got a thousand invisibly set but u can see it Lil mama beggin me to come back so I repeat it Lil mama beggin me to come back so I repeat it Talking to me like my moms at the dinner table eat it So I feast like the last supper On and on energizer not a fast lover Laughing at u s**ers looking at u from my past view mirror Outta cla** schools over work is past due n***a You the past I'm the future sick as swine flu n***a Pa**port to rio d never behind u n***as what up Me n***a 30K feet n***a in the air first cla** with a leaned tray n***a Nice guy muggin wit a mean face picture Airport touched down call my n***as I'll just hitch a ride Range whippin 85 on the 85 Carolina bound that's that Carolina sound For you n***as outta town who don't get it I'll catch u later when u come up short n***a midget We gettin paper, like a dead tree The rest of y'all can be-leaves that u ahead of me Lil mama looked at my feet daddy them kicks is nutz mama that's cashews Follow the 10 money commandments, cash rules Everything around me n***a Roc flow though I'll never try to sound like jigga I use a cpl lines for respect common this ones for you I see the blue sky I say the lords coming thru... [Verse 2 "Dreamin"] Lil young n***a raised on the Southside k**ers around you'll get blazed on that Southside Me I never kept a piece However the yeast made from the streets I just wanted me a piece That's bread n***a, so like Carolyn Reese I used my head n***a Became a beast with the beats to make dead figures Ben franks for the Benz tank Grants for the student loans deposited in the bank It was all a dream, wake up its like a movie it was all a scene, cut Lil bit of cheese n***a mouse trap Multiplied to a dream n***as bounce back Where ya homies at, huh Remember riders till the end I'm the bullet if you pull it I will die with you my man Realized like you figured it out Played, you grew apart like a line in your fade Times is changed Old dimes is changed slim silver coins to fat nickels they ain't lookin the same Bluelab on the denim h buckle for the heat Louis v's for the winter Fresh like a bel-air kings seed Cheese for that fresh air fund what up ski Beatz Fresh outta that water wit a shark Ya girl do it good I nick named her shark, ha...

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