Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song PCH, artist - E.D.I Mean. Date of issue: 30.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
PCH |
| Crushed grapes for my glass to the very top |
| This shit too easy my nigga, why would we ever stop (Stop) |
| Wake up early and do whatever I please |
| Ocean breeze all in my bitches weave (Ooh) |
| The shit that I’m smokin' is all green (All green) |
| Them direct deposits stay all clean (All clean) |
| This life that we livin' seem like a dream |
| And if it is, don’t wake me, just let me breathe (Yeah) |
| I got money on my mind, mostly all the time (All the time) |
| And I don’t waste time, so I’m steady on the grind (On the grind) |
| My homie said, take ya time 'n' smell the roses |
| I be too busy puttin' up numbers for my dead soldiers (Soldiers) |
| Gold chains, hangin' from my frame (Hangin' from my frame) |
| Dark shades, just to hide the pain (Hide the pain) |
| We hop on flights to get away |
| But we never go far 'cause we love it in LA |
| Tell me what the shit remind you of |
| Type of shit that got you vibin' love |
| Ridin' down memory lane |
| Smokin' good and ridin' luxury |
| Fuck with me, baby |
| Ridin' down memory lane |
| Tell me what the shit remind you of |
| Type of shit that got you vibin' love |
| Ridin' down memory lane |
| Ridin' good and smokin' luxury |
| Fuck with me, baby |
| Ridin' down memory lane |
| Oh! |
| Ridin' down memory lane |
| California weed, made ya boy go global |
| How you turn a m into thirty, homie let me show you (Let me show you) |
| We pullin' bags out, flexin' all the new flavors |
| Livin' room table covered in dirty blue paper (From the cash) |
| If Edi say he need me, I’m on the first thang smokin' |
| Five hour flight, starin' at the ocean (At the ocean) |
| Phone goin' crazy, puttin' players in motion (Don't make you players) |
| He needed one eighty, I told him I would float him (Let's get paid) |
| Well into the small pants, and tight ass chains' (Hah) |
| For the bust so watch now, white tee, no stain (No Stain) |
| My main bitch look like Selina (Who?) |
| Bulletproof beemers, and sold out arenas (C'mon) |
| I grew up on shit like this, this the vibe |
| La divide the room smell like bizz (Smell like piss) |
| I’m slidin' down sunset (Sunset) |
| I’m rich, I ain’t done yet (Done yet) |
| Tell me what the shit remind you of |
| Type of shit that got you vibin' love |
| Ridin' down memory lane |
| Smokin' good and ridin' luxury |
| Fuck with me, baby |
| Ridin' down memory lane |
| Tell me what the shit remind you of |
| Type of shit that got you vibin' love |
| Ridin' down memory lane |
| Ridin' good and smokin' luxury |
| Fuck with me, baby |
| Ridin' down memory lane |
| Oh! |
| Ridin' down memory lane |