Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Barely Sober , by - Belly. Release date: 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 |