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jupiter runway - sky fuel (feat. kindo) lyrics
its kindo so you know we
smokin on smokin on smokin on smokin on skyfuel
m_th_f_ckas never wanna fight they know what i’ll do (facts)
i’m the type to hack yo sh_t take all yo money then zoom
beat yo ass without that strap thats a wrap man you doomed (woo)
this kindo man, on this runway jam, thats a collab man
i’m goin ham, with my boy christian, where is mac at man?
he makin bands, in the atl that boy is doin swell
i’m in lv, still expand my smells on all this kush i sell
this kindo man, on this runway jam, thats a collab man?
i’m goin ham, with my boy christian, where is mac at man?
he makin bands, in the atl that boy is doin swell
i’m in lv, still expand my smells on all this kush i sell
i’m goin in, always floorin it, you know i’m storin it
storing bags, got them dufflebags you know they never sag (nah)
they always packed, packed to the max with racks
some of yall call that stacks, i think thats sad
ya goals too low thats facts, thats why you always lack
that’s bad (the truth)
ya whole life you really ain’t got no grip on (no grip)
i learn from my mistakes now i’m d_mn near perfect i’m too honed (psh)
smokin on this skyfuel mayne this tree really got me too stoned
i’m vibin spittin on this beat ridin this wave all alone (sheesh)
these people trynna hit me now, “kindo can i get an ounce??” (that’s wack)
y’all p_ssies play too much don’t hit my line less you talkin bout pounds
you should know that i don’t play around
talkin sh_t now imma lay yo ass down
they never really about it cuz they know my consciousness waiting to put in some rounds (godd_mn that’s facts)
i always be driving by my lonesome (yea)
no threesome b_tch i want foursome
told my b_tch that all i heard was the war drum
that’s the last time i do that sh_t out of boredom (bored)
local rappers abort em yall just fetuses
throw you in the trash doctor said that be assist
she inna group chat like girl i need his d_ck (uh huh)
they reply get in line been here since ninety six (fr)
never smoke no cigarettes i smoke thc (tree)
sky fuel make me not care make you hate me (idc)
only looking up at my tolerance lately (fr)
looking down but things never get to shaky yee (uh huh)
weed got me baking i swear im in the oven (high)
getting higher by the minute and i swear i love it (fr)
tryna make more money than warren f_ckin buffet
and if you in my way you can just stuff it
don’t play with the f_ck sh_t you can get on (get out)
all your new sh_t is the same sh_t we been on (fr)
that’s your b_tch i took her to the b_tch p_wn
sold her ass put her on display right by iphone (yea)
your b_tch ima sin on then ima send her to her man (yea)
they ain’t never seen half a cracker get so tan (fr)
every idea i had to took it ran
that why im hotter than the sun man give me a fan
this kindo man, on this runway jam, thats a collab man
i’m goin ham, with my boy christian, where is mac at man?
he makin bands, in the atl that boy is doin swell
i’m in lv, still expand my smells on all this kush i sell
this kindo man, on this runway jam, thats a collab man
i’m goin ham, with my boy christian, where is mac at man?
he makin bands, in the atl that boy is doin swell
i’m in lv, still expand my smells on all this kush i sell
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