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(feat. Progress Running) We could sit and watch the city lights Make a promise - maybe kiss on it baby put your heart into my microphone like it? take you home, make you moan - just like - you used to do you feel like heroin - but I don't gotta comedown ever again 'cause we could - get high like this put the needle in my arm - works like a fuckin' charm da bomb like HIROSHIMA - makin' me scream take me to the top of the whole fuckin' scene you my heart throb - start stop - make me a star I'ma take you to the top - baby That's how far and if we make it to heaven and the gates close on us I'll go to hell with you - I put my life on it Ya ya girl, i ain't nuttin but a gangstaa look at how I walkin' with that limp in my step big diamonds on my neck - hair all in my face converse on my feet - with my strap on my waist I'ma boss like ross - but i look like posh ima take it to the streets bitch - that's how I floss no matter what the cost - it ain't nuttin to me I take my bitch on a shopping spree everday of the week like oh my god - is that prada? why yes of course - stayin' fresh like Obama it's 4Dbling - and my homie B on the hook and we stuntin' so much, make ya'll girls look (Thanks to 4Dbling for these lyrics) From Letras Mania