Skyline

Troy go get the racks, I'm big time
She just want the love, she gon' get mine
She knew what it was, she hit my line
Now we in the air, no skyline

She wanna count up a check
She wanna shop and finesse
I'm bout to cut off my ex
We 'bouta hop on a jet

Troy go get the racks, I'm big time
She just want the love, she gon' get mine
She knew what it was, she hit my line
Now we in the air, no skyline

She wanna count up a check
She wanna shop and finesse
I'm bout to cut off my ex
We 'bouta hop on a jet

Listen up baby boo, I couldn't say to you
But you know that I couldn't stay with you
You had it locked in your cranium
Thinking your thoughts be so dangerous

And I could see tension, the hate in you
All of your spots, I was naming 'em
Was filling you up like a stadium
But now for the Franks made you Annie up

And I drew the plan and I mapped the picture
Knew that I needed you in the mixture
It was so critical, couldn't risk her
First in the draft if I didn't pick her

But she get too wild up off the liquor
As it continues the plot is thicker
Girl I cannot be your mister mister
Cause I'm on a private jet with your sister

Troy go get the racks, I'm big time
She just want the love, she gon' get mine
She knew what it was, she hit my line
Now we in the air, no skyline

She wanna count up a check
She wanna shop and finesse
I'm bout to cut off my ex
We 'bouta hop on a jet

Troy go get the racks, I'm big time
She just want the love, she gon' get mine
She knew what it was, she hit my line
Now we in the air, no skyline

She wanna count up a check
She wanna shop and finesse
I'm bout to cut off my ex
We 'bouta hop on a jet



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Writer(s): Kevin Briscoe Jr
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