Key: G major•
Intro 1
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Bm
Ebm
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Bm
G
Bm
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G
Bm
Verse 1
my day
Gotta touch the sky first
Bm
C
You know I gotta touch the sky first
Bm
C
Gotta touch the sky first
E
Em
Before I pull up on your baby mama
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Em
G
'fore I step in Benihana's
Bm
C
I gotta touch the sky first
Bm
E
Right before I pin the corner
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Em
Bm
Gotta touch the sky first
Verse 2
Roll up with a blindfold
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Bm
Police jump behind me
Bm
Em
I just get my grind on
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G
High Tech in my styrofoam
Bm
B
C
Famous bitches sendin' naked pictures
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Em
Bm
To my iPhone i prefer the papers
Em
Bm
ride my Mercede
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Em
Bm
I'm just gettin' money so I
C
Em
Before I deal with all this bullshit
C
G
I gotta get high chasin' money homie
Verse 3
my day
E
B
Before I make a play
E
C
You know I gotta touch the sky first
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Bm
Gotta touch the sky first
E
Bm
G
Before I pull up on your baby mama
Bm
Em
I gotta touch the sky first
E
Bm
'fore I step in Benihana's
E
B
Right before I pin the corner
Bm
C
Gotta touch the sky first
(Lex Luger)
Verse 4
kickin' it
Tippin' some strippers
I got a headace, she gave me head
Now I feel a lot better
I drink it straight from the bottle
I shoot it right off the hip
Stuff a Moonrock in the ground
'bout to roll up a rocketship
I gotta take that bitch on
knockin' her off
Now my dick gone
Take a few shots to the dome,
she say
That she love me, then she poppin',
gone
Might get us something to eat, later though
We probably drop us a bean
Drivin' our foreign machine with the
Bitches thinkin' it's
government cheese
Shinin' like a diamond
Stun'n like Big Tymers
You know that Juicy stack more paper
Than a three ring binder
All day long I'm grind, only way we eat
And I don't get no sleep
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Ebm
unless on that lean
Verse 5
Ebm
Eb
Before I start my day
Gotta touch the sky first
Gotta touch the sky first
Before I make a play
You know I gotta touch the sky first
Gotta touch the sky first
Gotta touch the sky first
'fore I step in Benihana's
I gotta touch the sky first
Right before I pin the corner
Gotta touch the sky first
Gotta touch the sky first
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Ebm
Gotta touch the sky firs
Verse 6
Get the weed, where my X, bitch?
Verse 7
Shots of the Henny, bottles of Patron
Blunts to your face
You don't wanna sing no more
Blunts to your face
You don't wanna sing no more
You don't wanna sing no more
Blunts to your face
You don't wanna sing no more
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