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Highing Fly Lyrics - Artist : Digable Planets
Hey
Glide through the corner bout peace the hour Slide twenty spaces to mate a life Went through my place, ain't nothing but hers You wind at the box and they playing my joint, uh huh Limped through the concrete, the hell we a buzz Afros, cubatas and the round ball cuffing They say, what's happening? What's happening nigga? The six fly honeys and the new bomb tape Nothing but the baby cutting jazzy core While they kick a butter flow where the fly shit be had We the most Ninety three million miles And I kicked that on everything Time for the countdown mec Gimme the countdown Word Hey Right on Hey Block, blocks and blocks Blocks... |
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