- Eli Sostre high grade 歌詞
- Eli Sostre
- High grade, good liquor, yeah
Good ****, my *******, yeah
Bad *******, Imma get her, yeah yeah
My cup stay filled up, ah yeah
High grade, good liquor, yeah
Good ****, my *******, yeah
Bad *******, Imma get her, yeah yeah
My cup stay filled up, ah yeah
Relationships start to get borin
The one that you call in the mornin
Your friends, they dont look the same
You got a thing for my pain
Truly, Im feelin the vibe
I do this, I dont got the time
For all of the calls and the texting
All of the *******in and stressin
I bet that you wasnt around
I bet that you look for me now
When I needed somethin to love
I aint have nobody to love
Spendin your time in the club
Im like: '******* all this rap *******'
You hate when Im off of these percs
You just cant deal with the madness
High grade, good liquor, yeah
Good ****, my *******, yeah
Bad *******, Imma get her, yeah yeah
My cup stay filled up, ah yeah
High grade, good liquor, yeah
Good ****, my *******, yeah
Bad *******, Imma get her, yeah yeah
My cup stay filled up, ah yeah
I got the city on ten
City on fire since I dropped a tape
My momma need a new Benz
Cant ******* with none of these snakes
Make sure my *******s is straight
They got some food on they plates (you know)
I got some things on my mind (whoa)
I know you got what it takes
Baby, Im *******ed up (baby, Im *******ed up)
Baby, Ilucked out (baby, I lucked out)
Baby, I love ya (baby, I love ya)
Just cant trust ya (just cant trust ya)
I been tryna find the time
I been tryna find the wave
Girl, I wish that I could stay
There aint nothin left to say
High grade, good liquor, yeah
Good ****, my ***** **, yeah
Bad *******, Imma get her, yeah yeah
My cup stay filled up, ah yeah
High grade, good liquor, yeah
Good *** *, my *******, yeah
Bad *******, Imma get her, yeah yeah
My cup stay filled up, ah yeah
Ay
New Pirelli bout to count the millions,
I aint trippin, my *******
The come up breedin all the hate,
So you look at me differently, ***** **
******* a label, cut the check
Or just gimme my disses, my ******* (give me my word)
Play like the playas,
We only in this for the victory, *******
I give a ******* bout a scene ******* (******* all these hoes)
Im from the block, I done seen it before
I made my funds on some clean *******
Im off some Hov and Bean *******, yeah
Where have you been?
You aint workin, play the bench, yeah
Cop a burger for my *******, yeah
Need a Prezi for the wrist, yeah
I told my momma Ill cop her a Rari
Momma, Im sorry, it shouldve been sooner
I got a girl and I aint tryna ruin her
Shoutout to all of the ******* that blew it
I got you feelin the change (yeah)
Now you wonder where I been
Now its like back in the day
Baby, I aint seen you since, yeah
Fadeaway, feelings fade away (woo)
Hoop earring like Im Michael J
Bullet holes in the windows (woo)
Lost some homies man, it hurtin still
I might just pull up in drops now
She gave me top with the top down
I blow the herb out the sunroof (woo)
Phone ringin cause Im high now, yeah
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