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oj da juiceman - sky miles lyrics

[intro]
zaytoven
yeah
eh

[chorus]
everytime i touch the dope, the sh+t be flying
in the air like [?] better check my sky miles
in the pot cooking [?], tryna see some benjies
bricks of the bails, and some pounds of the midgets

[verse 1]
in the air like [?] better find some shelter
playing with my money, on your head, helter skelter
shoot you with the 40, and a bullet full of metal
i’ve been trapping so long, boy, i think i need a metal
bails of the gas, came in on trackter trailers
i’m good with the raw, like my n+gga skip bailis
going in the water, like a godd+mn sailor
playing with the fish, but it help me get this paper
check my sky miles, and my house got elevators
smoking up the gas, while i climb the escolators
concrete glass, had to cut it with a raiser
mini [?] tech, and it came with a laser
poke you like a fork, but it sting like a taiser
marathon money, ’cause i’m chasing after the paper
long story short, we’re trapping in decatur
32 ent, all about the paper
[chorus]
everytime i touch the dope, the sh+t be flying
in the air like [?] better check my sky miles
in the pot cooking [?], tryna see some benjies
bricks of the bails, and some pounds of the midgets

[verse 2]
pounds of the midgets, cost me 350
headed to the city, i’m charging 950
popcorn sh+t, tree [?] like [?]
448 a [?], i’m good with the digets
wanna buy some gas? bring me 42 biskits
counting up the hundreds, let o.t. cook [?]
trap like [?] we flying through the [?]
double stacked pockets, like we just pulled out of [?]

[verse 3]
playing with the yola, dropped it in some water
use a little soda, now i got them bolders
early morning trapping, got a chip on my shoulder
early bird gets the worm, n+gga, i thought i told ya
standing on the crest, like a bolder crest soldier
9 on my waistline, cook you like a stofer
[?] ’bout my bread, like a n+gga was a toaster
pistol so long, like the [?] joker
tied in with the mob, player like poker
used to serve your mama, ’cause your mama was a smoker
still serve your cousin, send him gas in the range rover
you know i keep white, like that boy [?]
what happen to that p+ssy? man, that p+ssy crossed over
little did he know, i had bricks like sosa
hundred thousand dollars, sitting in my leather sofa
spot the [?]
[chorus]
everytime i touch the dope, the sh+t be flying
in the air like [?] better check my sky miles
in the pot cooking [?], tryna see some benjies
bricks of the bails, and some pounds of the midgets

- oj da juiceman lyrics

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