Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High Grade, artist - Eli Sostre. Date of issue: 03.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
High Grade |
| High grade, good liquor, yeah |
| Good weed, my nigga, yeah |
| Bad bitch, I’mma get her, yeah yeah |
| My cup stay filled up, ah yeah |
| High grade, good liquor, yeah |
| Good weed, my nigga, yeah |
| Bad bitch, I’mma 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 don’t look the same |
| You got a thing for my pain |
| Truly, I’m feelin' the vibe |
| I do this, I don’t got the time |
| For all of the calls and the texting |
| All of the bitchin' and stressin' |
| I bet that you wasn’t around |
| I bet that you look for me now |
| When I needed somethin' to love |
| I ain’t have nobody to love |
| Spendin' your time in the club |
| I’m like: «Fuck all this rap shit» |
| You hate when I’m off of these percs |
| You just can’t deal with the madness |
| High grade, good liquor, yeah |
| Good weed, my nigga, yeah |
| Bad bitch, I’mma get her, yeah yeah |
| My cup stay filled up, ah yeah |
| High grade, good liquor, yeah |
| Good weed, my nigga, yeah |
| Bad bitch, I’mma 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 |
| Can’t fuck with none of these snakes |
| Make sure my niggas 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, I’m fucked up (baby, I’m fucked up) |
| Baby, I lucked out (baby, I lucked out) |
| Baby, I love ya (baby, I love ya) |
| Just can’t trust ya (just can’t trust ya) |
| I been tryna find the time |
| I been tryna find the wave |
| Girl, I wish that I could stay |
| There ain’t nothin' left to say |
| High grade, good liquor, yeah |
| Good weed, my nigga, yeah |
| Bad bitch, I’mma get her, yeah yeah |
| My cup stay filled up, ah yeah |
| High grade, good liquor, yeah |
| Good weed, my nigga, yeah |
| Bad bitch, I’mma get her, yeah yeah |
| My cup stay filled up, ah yeah |
| Ay |
| New Pirelli 'bout to count the millions, I ain’t trippin', my nigga |
| The come up breedin' all the hate, so you look at me differently, nigga |
| Fuck a label, cut the check or just gimme my disses, my nigga (give me my word) |
| Play like the playas, we only in this for the victory, nigga |
| I give a fuck 'bout a scene bitch (fuck all these hoes) |
| I’m from the block, I done seen it before |
| I made my funds on some clean shit |
| I’m off some Hov and Bean shit, yeah |
| Where have you been? |
| You ain’t workin', play the bench, yeah |
| Cop a burger for my bitch, yeah |
| Need a Prezi for the wrist, yeah |
| I told my momma I’ll cop her a Rari |
| Momma, I’m sorry, it should’ve been sooner |
| I got a girl and I ain’t tryna ruin her |
| Shoutout to all of the bitches that blew it |
| I got you feelin' the change (yeah) |
| Now you wonder where I been |
| Now it’s like back in the day |
| Baby, I ain’t seen you since, yeah |
| Fadeaway, feelings fade away (woo) |
| Hoop earring like I’m 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 I’m high now, yeah |