Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Barely Sober, artist - Belly.
Date of issue: 26.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Barely Sober |
Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa |
All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma |
My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra |
Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) |
Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) |
Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) |
Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) |
Told her stay and listen, you can pay attention |
You can say it’s tripping just to pay tuition |
You can say you’re different, that don’t make a difference |
Just like all the bitches I know |
Won’t catch me slipping, I’m just syrup sipping |
I don’t pose for pictures, I’m just being different |
I’m too real with it but you’re always tripping |
Just like all the bitches I know |
Vibe, I think I’m catching a vibe with you |
Vibe, I think I’m catching a vibe with you |
Vibe, I think I’m catching a vibe with you |
Slide, I might just pull up and slide with you |
Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa |
All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma |
My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra |
Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) |
Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) |
Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) |
Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) |
I ain’t never sober, Codeine in the soda |
Kush from California, coke across the border |
Drugs get imported, love ain’t important |
These niggas ain’t important |
These niggas ain’t my whodies |
I got baggies baggies baggies |
She got a fatty and it’s tatted |
I got a habit and it’s tragic |
But fuck it, if I die I’m high I’m happy |
OMG it’s Tunechi Lee, I sip, I drink |
Pop two, pop three |
And just be free and just be me |
They will critique I just keep keep |
I’m pouring up and slowing down |
We going up, it’s going down |
We throwing up because you know that more than enough is never enough |
We pour a little more in her cup and measure it for what |
And these bitches already know we setting them up |
Gotta bump it like some motherfuckin' exzema bumps |
They naked in pumps |
My goons say they’re checkin' the chumps |
And when it comes to drugs never give up |
Young Mulah! |
Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa |
All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma |
My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra |
Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) |
Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) |
Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) |
Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) |
Vibe, I think I’m catching a vibe with you |
Vibe, I think I’m catching a vibe with you |
Vibe, I think I’m catching a vibe with you |
Slide, I might just pull up and slide with you |