Letra de Harlem World 97 - Smoke DZA & Flying Lotus

(Feat. Flying Lotus, Estelle)

Uh, real life nigga, rare type nigga

Always been fly, never scared of heights nigga

Ric Flair on 'em off the leg type nigga

Style fresh to death in airtight cellars

Fore face me swing foot, defenses she adventurous

I smell like opportunity in the vintage

Clean as a infant, right from the entrance

Whole lot of interest

I think I might holla

She think I'm too proud but I'm thinking more Prada

Baby I'm Gucci, lil G's on the collar

I don't do shrooms, no chicken marsala

Bring more pie, more G's, more commas

Catch a conversation with me all about a dollar

Baby let me school you, I'm your alma mater

First day on the flight, you'll be back tomorrow

When it's raining, take me out

Let's go swimming, never drown

Walk on water, slide out

Cause I got a whole lot of love for you

I hope my whole life's enough for you

Got a whole lot of love for you

Got a whole lot of love for you

I'm at the State County Joint called a Miss Miami

Told my little girlfriends call her Bambi

I was in my Theresa, I was trying to be fancy

She telling me she met whiz down at the Grammys

You know how many bitches we meet at the Grammys?

At free art shows for Hebru Brantley

Champagne and McQueen in the pantry

Ice like the Stanley Cup, my whole family up

I do it till you get me up

The team stands strong, can't stand beat us

Shorty told me this, I'ma keep it warm for ya

Cartier bracelet, screw it on for ya

When it's raining, take me out

Let's go swimming, never drown

Walk on water, slide out

Cause I got a whole lot of love for you

I hope my whole life's enough for you

Got a whole lot of love for you

Got a whole lot of love for you

Got a whole lot of love for you

I hope my whole life's enough for you

Got a whole lot of love for you

Got a whole lot of love for you

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