Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Above Average, artist - Valee. Album song Runnin' Rich, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Getting Out Our Dreams, Universal Music
Song language: English
Above Average |
My bitch above average like a C |
I got a slut that I slide on in the projects |
I change my exhaust pipes, sound like it’s not legal |
Got knots in my pocket, look like I been stealin' (Ooh, ooh, ooh) |
Two bitches with me, nobody third wheelin' (Nobody third wheelin') |
Pants say «Hit me», I’m glad I’m not starin' (I'm glad I’m not starin') |
Smokin' exotic, you already hear it (Hmm, you already hear it) |
Got rips in my Balmain, ain’t missin' some threads (Hmm, missin' threads) |
Pull up in the 'vert, that bitch missin' her head |
I’m pickin' up racks and that’s for an appearance |
I’m sippin' Hi-Tech and I know I don’t need it |
I got a straight A with no insurance, it’s 90 racks on my Visa |
Fuck 'round with Valee |
Make me wanna go cop that Yves St. Laurent (Uh) |
Two hundred bucks I at least make a month (Uh) |
Feds get to rollin', let me face the blunt (Exotic) |
Your ho always roll up, she know I don’t want her, I play her, controller |
Just had a lil' soldier, 2k for the stroller (Yeah) |
Flow sick like Ebola and keys in bandos |
Strapped up like Magnolia, this bitch always load |
Every time I go to the back, make withdrawals |
Shit be takin' all day, you’d think somebody froze |
Way 'fore I ran up that bank, froze my neck |
I was wild in the hood, seein' straps, let me hold it |
Coke and whatever was sellin', we sold it (Yeah, I sold that) |
Watch what we say, so we found out who told it |
Before I bought momma a house, bought a Rolex |
I was 18 with that sack, I ain’t know shit |
New Gucci slacks (New Gucci slacks) |
I’ma pull up in the coupe and it’s matte (And it’s matte) |
Sleepin' on my mattress, it ran me two Gs (Ran me two Gs) |
My bitch a actress, her bag got two Cs (Bag got two Cs) |
My bitch above average like a C− |
I got a slut that I slide on in the projects |
I change my exhaust pipes, sound like it’s not legal |
Got knots in my pocket, look like I been stealin' (Ooh, ooh, ooh) |
Two bitches with me, nobody third wheelin' (Nobody third wheelin') |
Pants say «Hit me», I’m glad I’m not starin' (I'm glad I’m not starin') |
Smokin' exotic, you already hear it (Hmm, you already hear it) |
Got rips in my Balmain, ain’t missin' some threads (Hmm, missin' threads) |
Pull up in the 'vert, that bitch missin' her head |
I’m pickin' up racks and that’s for an appearance |
I’m sippin' Hi-Tech and I know I don’t need it |
I got a straight A with no insurance, it’s 90 racks on my Visa |
Put on that drip in these Balenci' sneakers |
Paint up your t-shirt, no Mona Lisa |
I had on VLONE, now I’m rockin' a beater |
Still got Supersport, it’s far from a beater |
Pop a lil' yerk, I’ma beat her |
Told her to throw it, she gon' throw it, I call her Jeter |
Car got no plates, I still pick up a eater |
I pour codeine in the Faygo two-liter |
Exhaust on that bitch super hot, ooh, fever (Woo) |
Necklace gon' chill that bitch out like a Fiji (Whew) |
My bitch gettin' excited, I bought her some flats |
I fuck from the side, not that much from the back |
I quit the codeine, I went out off the Act' (Act') |
Meek came home, told me get the fuck out the 'Raq |
I’m askin' G Herbo like, «Nigga, where at?» |
I know he ain’t cappin', the signs say «No hats» |
New Gucci slacks (New Gucci slacks) |
I’ma pull up in the coupe and it’s matte (And it’s matte) |
Sleepin' on my mattress, it ran me two Gs (Ran me two Gs) |
My bitch a actress, her bag got two Cs (Bag got two Cs) |
My bitch above average like a C |
I got a slut that I slide on in the projects |
I change my exhaust pipes, sound like it’s not legal |
Got knots in my pocket, look like I been stealin' (Ooh, ooh, ooh) |
Two bitches with me, nobody third wheelin' (Nobody third wheelin') |
Pants say «Hit me», I’m glad I’m not starin' (I'm glad I’m not starin') |
Smokin' exotic, you already hear it (Hmm, you already hear it) |
Got rips in my Balmain, ain’t missin' some threads (Hmm, missin' threads) |
Pull up in the 'vert, that bitch missin' her head |
I’m pickin' up racks and that’s for an appearance |
I’m sippin' Hi-Tech and I know I don’t need it |
I got a straight A with no insurance, it’s 90 racks on my Visa |