Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sorbet, artist - Luxury Tax. Date of issue: 15.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sorbet |
| Pyrex, turn me up |
| None of that rap |
| Bill, ahaha |
| Right, Luxury Tax steal your bitch |
| Yuh, yeah |
| She thick, petite, and gorgeous |
| House in the hills, enormous |
| Back to back foreigns with horses |
| I meet your plug and extort him |
| Meet at the jet in the mornin' |
| I’m addicted, I wake up and pour it |
| All of this ice, no sorbet |
| Straight to the fuckin', no foreplay |
| A plug wanna meet on the runway |
| Drop it off, pick it up Monday |
| I sold them pints on a Sunday |
| Tryna run it up, you know that’s always |
| I’m richer than all of my teachers I ever had, I know they mad |
| I never followed them rules, I used to trap it and sell it in hallways |
| My neck, wrist, fist, lit, bitch, you know we ballin' |
| I ran through an M, no black and whites |
| I put that on law and my momma |
| I caught on, my family was fraudin' |
| These pussy niggas made me heartless |
| I’ma go get regardless |
| What’s the play, then I count out the commas |
| Want a Richard Mille like I’m a golfer |
| Never fucked on a bitch and her momma |
| We took the FF57's and Carbons |
| I’m leavin' my kids on the garments |
| I took the gang just to have me a orgy |
| Lil' broke bitch, you cannot afford me |
| Bitch, I been trappin' and rappin' |
| We smoke on the jet, it’s commercial, got borin' |
| Pal, I ain’t rich, I spent racks on my outfit |
| Cactus Jack 4's that ain’t even come out yet |
| I’m drippin' this water like I’m a faucet, caution |
| I keep it on me, I’m cautious |
| Gotta make it back home to my daughter |
| I’m a real trap nigga, I ain’t no artist |
| We gon' link up and gon' solve that |
| I brought my stick in the party |
| She thick, petite, and gorgeous |
| House in the hills, enormous |
| Back to back foreigns with horses |
| I meet your plug and extort him |
| Meet at the jet in the mornin' |
| I’m addicted, I wake up and pour it |
| All of this ice, no sorbet |
| Straight to the fuckin', no foreplay |
| A plug wanna meet on the runway |
| Drop it off, pick it up Monday |
| I sold them pints on a Sunday |
| Tryna run it up, you know that’s always |
| I’m richer than all of my teachers I ever had, I know they mad |
| I never followed them rules, I used to trap it and sell it in hallways |