[Hook: KC]
Smoking and ride
And I ain’t trying to hide it
We will get high tonight
Cause I am hooked on a feeling
Yeah I am hooked on a feeling
It’s nothing but the best straw last drop
Make you feel like you can fly
Do you do you do you do you do you
Do you wanna fly tonight?
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Opa-locka airport talking G6
It’s me baby girl straight G shit
No disrespect but really you ain’t seen shit
'Til you're 40,000 feet with the weed lit
I once got a chance to fuck a stewardess
Hit her from the back flying over New Orleans
She was gorgeous name was Dolorous
Father was a lawyer mother was a florist
Rose petals turned into YSL
So ghetto but she turned me onto Jean-Michel
Bad bitch I am talking up and down
Couple niggas she always fucked around
But the bond that we share nothing would compare
When I bought my first beamer I swear that bitch was there
Side on the line say boy a couple stacks
Down payment and even all cover the tax
[Hook: KC]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
It’s hard not to kill niggas
It’s a full time job not to kill niggas
Mob on
So God bless all the real niggas
So many obstacles and stress for a real nigga
Now it's on
All my haters turned to ashes
Dead and gone
I handle mine with a passion
Am I wrong? And we never kiss no asses
Get your own
And the reason we run the streets is to take care of your home
A nigga better put his kid first
Bad karma
Lil' niggas putting in work
Fuck Harvard
Impalas they wanna peel first
Or a Charger
And shorty want her titties done
Certain doctor
New apartment in the inner city, smokin out
I'm wit ? so at least gonna smoke an ounce
I live this shit nigga it's not a fable tale
Come and work for the boss, You know I am paying well
[Hook: KC]
Smoking and ride
And I ain’t trying to hide it
We will get high tonight
Cause I am hooked on a feeling
Yeah I am hooked on a feeling
It’s nothing but the best straw last drop
Make you feel like you can fly
Do you do you do you do you do you
Do you wanna fly tonight?
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Opa-locka airport talking G6
It’s me baby girl straight G shit
No disrespect but really you ain’t seen shit
'Til you're 40,000 feet with the weed lit
I once got a chance to fuck a stewardess
Hit her from the back flying over New Orleans
She was gorgeous name was Dolorous
Father was a lawyer mother was a florist
Rose petals turned into YSL
So ghetto but she turned me onto Jean-Michel
Bad bitch I am talking up and down
Couple niggas she always fucked around
But the bond that we share nothing would compare
When I bought my first beamer I swear that bitch was there
Side on the line say boy a couple stacks
Down payment and even all cover the tax
[Hook: KC]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
It’s hard not to kill niggas
It’s a full time job not to kill niggas
Mob on
So God bless all the real niggas
So many obstacles and stress for a real nigga
Now it's on
All my haters turned to ashes
Dead and gone
I handle mine with a passion
Am I wrong? And we never kiss no asses
Get your own
And the reason we run the streets is to take care of your home
A nigga better put his kid first
Bad karma
Lil' niggas putting in work
Fuck Harvard
Impalas they wanna peel first
Or a Charger
And shorty want her titties done
Certain doctor
New apartment in the inner city, smokin out
I'm wit ? so at least gonna smoke an ounce
I live this shit nigga it's not a fable tale
Come and work for the boss, You know I am paying well
[Hook: KC]
( Rick Ross )
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