T.A.S.E. - Stairway To Heaven lyrics

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T.A.S.E. - Stairway To Heaven lyrics

[TASE] Its 2014 And Ralph is what i'm sporting b**h i am my own king Got all these b**hes t**ng Hurting, ima have them squirting Money talks and mine is flirting Sitting in my jersey Got yo b**h eating Hershey's Kisses All up on my dick like she my misses Maybe she can have my baby But babe im lately Feeling like i'm Hades Shoes come from the eighties Whips come from Mercedes Benz, gucci on my waist And on my lens Dam, Louie game intense Hit a couple tens When a n***a feeling tense In the booth for hours Feeling like Kenny Powers Smoking on some sour High as the UT Tower Chillen with the president That's President Bill Powers Texas now the world is ours In love with money showers Drunk for many hours Rollin One hit of the blunt Will have you floating Dallas we are blasting off n***a that's the slogan Pour me up some more Morgan I done rode the bike to Mars With Your girl on the handlebars Trynna fix the money Cause it shuffle like a deck of cards Spitting bars as hot as stars n***as be like what you charge? Not a scar on my car Wood grain like a dam guitar Building up my repertoire Choke slam when I rap so Raw No more breaking necks, pause Break they f**ing jaws, gosh Posh, Slam dunk like I'm Josh Harvard even know I got them bars But bring it back a little boy Rhyming since a little boy In love with my woody toy Unfolding the Story since Toy Story Now the boy is off to college Life is college boy Shout out to that boy McCoy Durantula I'm no lil b I'm fan of YA Sitting in the pa**enger no Challenger This driver seat is taken by McConaughey Matthew Yeah we cruisin with the city in the back view Stay tuned man, movies coming at you Achu, now theirs pollen in the breeze hope it catch you This a murder business but my business is to hatch you Maybe even hack you Hack your brain and pap you Hook you with a back view Bummies out to stab you That's why I stay mummy Rapped up in this sh** that's sunny Make a Bloody Mary scurry Splash them b**hes like I'm curry Tase a little blurry But Freddy got that 20/20 But these boys ain't ready Thoughts like Machiavelli R.i.p. da Velli, on his stairway to heavy With that Thug Life on his belly Hope you made it there already Real n***as die, Fake n***as multiply