Lyrics:
Its G’s up s Slime
Zone 3 Roc Boy we in the Air
I’m fly as a motherfucking helicopter
I’m fly as a motherfucking helicopter
Fly, fly
Don Malibu shit, real shit
Starbucks in the booth
Ya ain't ready for that combat
Ya ain't ready for that combat
Ya ain't ready for that combat
Ya
Don Malibu shit, real shit
Starbucks in the booth
Ya ain't ready for that combat
Ya ain't ready for that combat
Ya ain't ready for that combat
Ya
Combat reggae, I see the light
Combat reggae
Combat reggae, I see the light
Combat reggae
Nuje simmo 'e guagliune ca nun se ne fanno capace
Wha Wha, Wha, wha cash Money, wha, wha, wha
Hot Boy$, wha, wha, wha, wha, wha, w-wha
Look
What it be like
Get inside 'fore street lights 17 right
I
livin' like that
Tripped over the crack, crippled by circumstance
Nigga gotta face the facts, make this world your own
Sun sprinkled light for this
Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and Bourbans
It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires
Let 'em know it's flossin season everywhere
We flossers, let me see you rollin
I go up, helicopter
Then I make hella noise for the take off
I go up, helicopter
Never give up like a pilot (whoa)
See me all, all day
Yeah
how to pray
(They tell you)
They dole out their lies
To distract all your eyes
From the games they play
Helicopter
In the sky
Won't put out the light
In
I go up, helicopter
Then I make hella noise for the take off
I go up, helicopter
Never give up, ooh like a pilot
See me all-all day
Yeah watch
do we go from here?
There's something in the sky
Shining in the light
Spinning and far away
Nowhere, Shampoo, TV, Combat, Boy's own
Slim tie,
helicopters come out
None of them go, none of them go, none of them go high
None of them go, none of them go, none of them go high
They gon' make them
Combat
Combat - Comeback Combat
Comeback - Comeback Combat
Combat - Comeback Combat
Well now we're taking over, some room to rev this motor
I'll put you
Heads open arms, but nigga where the love at?
Meech a million cash
It take you where the plug at
Bang, bang, bang, I want the combat
Droppin' bombs
connection (Lights off)
Here in the dark (Here in the dark)
It's hard to tell (So hard to tell)
Where her body ends (La la)
And my homie's begins (Hoo-Wee!)
We used to leave the blue lights on
And there was a beat
Ever since you have been gone it's all caffeine-free
Faux punk fatigues
Said it all
day
But you take me so much higher than I've ever been
I know it's wrong but I don't wanna come down
I know you're a helicopter gonna shine your light
connection (Lights off)
Here in the dark (Here in the dark)
It's hard to tell (So hard to tell)
Where her body ends (La la)
And my homie's begins (Hoo-Wee!)
Coming in, coming in, kill the radio silence
Breakdown in LA
Giving up, giving in to a feeling of violence
There's hell to pay
So, let's light
Here they come for him
Nigga wit' a gun
Now your ass is done
Ain't nowhere to hide
Ain't nowhere to run
'cause the helicopter light's as bright
Stop her
She tryna spin the kid
Like Helicopters
Helicopters
Feel like Jose
Ridin wit this fo way
Nigga i aint want cha bitch
No way
I'm sipping on red
ratting on each other
Top down magazine instruction breeds rifts interstellar
Helicopter parents won't stop spinning their propellers
Helicopter parents
cy ay ay what going on cy
We pop backs like chiropractors
Watch me take flight like helicopters
Golden Money Team bad man like Rastas
What we
No answers here tonight
And the candles that I burn for you don't shed that kind of light
Helicopter climb so high
There's an angel on your shoulder
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