Heaven lyrics

by

Da L.E.S (SA)


[Verse 1: AKA]
How the f*ck we go so hard
Working all god damn day, get no reward
Better get on your marks, get set, go
This don’t take no days off
I put my plan in motion, your swag is broken
These songs I’m making got this nation under mass hypnosis (O-o-o-okay)
We don’t f*ck with you as*h*les
Gassed up like Castrol
More stamps in my passport, that’s bad news like tabloids
Came up on that Death Row, West Coast, Bad Boy
I was ducking my landlord, looking out for my standpoint
I’m Sami Sosa, they catch emotions
Mamis lack composure when the camera flash is open
Paper planes get me lifted, they say Red Bull give you wings
I can sit you in business, a power trip you should tip

[Hook: AKA & Da L.E.S]
I’m fresh to death in this motherf*cker
My ass is crazy, I’m in a 7
Now can you parallel in this motherf*cker?
I'm high as heaven, I bust it open
Seven eleven
(Go, girl, I bust that pus*y open) I'm high as heaven
(No doubt smoke good sh*t) I'm high as heaven
(Let's smoke some tress) I'm high as heaven
[Verse 2: Da L.E.S]
It’s funny how sh*t change with a little foreign exchange
b*tches doing sh*t strange, for a little sh*t change
And n*ggas wanna act like, they ain’t finna act right
When I order my sh*t though, bring mine with a flashlight
Got a milli in my pocket and it feel so good
With just a little profit, man, the whole city shook
But I don’t give a f*ck 'cause I’ma get back to it
And my kick-game, n*gga, n*gga, sick like ugh
Don’t give a f*ck when I’m skating these streets
And b*tches all over this motherf*cking beat
That foreign ah, legs spread–Jordan sign

[Hook: AKA & Da L.E.S]
I’m fresh to death in this motherf*cker
My ass is crazy, I’m in a 7
Now can you parallel in this motherf*cker?
I'm high as heaven I bust it open seven eleven
(Go girl I bust that pus*y open) I'm high as heaven
(No doubt smoke good sh*t) Im high as heaven
(Let's smoke some tress) I'm high as heaven

[Verse 3: Maggz]
Okay, I can’t lie, I’m smoked up namageng’ ami and we roll the tenth time
We choked up on that good stuff and we flowing damn high
On beats, we owning the streets and that’s no f*cking damn lie
I know Soweto testify.
Alright, call us up cause we’re kings on,for this balling sh*t we got rings on
New whip, two chicks with her friends in the mix and you know these b*tches gon’ cling on
Star-trekking,I’m Jason Statham on that bar action
A few shots and she’s expendable
Got her in the car laughing like Athi kimi: “Maggazini, awung’thathe s’hambe s’ye kini”
Ngam’ tshela straight: “I’m too high to drive and I’m way over my limit”
Wathi kimi: “no biggie
Let’s do backseats and get kinky” ngathi
“'Kay my love, you’re too cool as f*ck” as I’m burning down my sticky
[Hook: AKA & Da L.E.S]
I’m fresh to death in this motherf*cker
My ass is crazy, I’m in a 7
Now can you parallel in this motherf*cker?
I'm high as heaven I bust it open seven eleven
(Go girl I bust that pus*y open) I'm high as heaven
(No doubt smoke good sh*t) I'm high as heaven
(Let's smoke some tress) I'm high as heaven
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