Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Above Average, artist - Money Man. Album song State of Emergency, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Circle, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Above Average |
Bad chick, got her nails done and her lashes |
New whip and it’s supercharged, it go faster |
Dumpin' exotic ashes, trappin' to the masses |
Sippin' on molasses, slappin' bitches' asses |
Lace my blunt with waxes |
Bad bitches at my show, they want backstage passes |
Clientele from down the street comin' to get a package |
None of my hoes ain’t normal, dawg, they all above average |
They all above average |
THC body lotion, this a muscle relaxant |
None of my chicks don’t fuck with broke niggas, they got high standards |
Grabbed her on her ass, sorry, I ain’t got no manners |
My traphouse be well guarded and it got them cameras |
Fuck it, I bought a Fisker, then gave it to my sister |
Fuck it, I bought a straight eight and burned out on these niggas |
Fuck it, I bought a hundred P’s and drove 'em back myself, dawg |
Treat these niggas like insects, they’ll fuck around and get stepped on |
Had to wake 'em up at first, a nigga was gettin' slept on |
Pulled up on a Ryker and my passenger a redbone |
Had to take the i8 back, it’s too small and my legs long |
Darkskin beauty callin' my phone, she say she wanna date me |
Every time I’m doin' shows, these hoes be tryna rape me |
Had to stop at Starbucks, get a latte and a pastry |
First class flight to Kahului, I had to stop at gate three |
Every year I’m winnin', dawg, I’m feelin' just like Brady |
Boy, my jewelry cold enough, so I don’t need no AC |
Two hundred for my lineup, they done jammed my barber in Gainesville |
I get naturally high, my nigga, I don’t need no pain pill |
Nigga, my trap be bumpin' and y’all shit just at a standstill |
Bad chick, got her nails done and her lashes |
New whip and it’s supercharged, it go faster |
Dumpin' exotic ashes, trappin' to the masses |
Sippin' on molasses, slappin' bitches' asses |
Lace my blunt with waxes |
Bad bitches at my show, they want backstage passes |
Clientele from down the street comin' to get a package |
None of my hoes ain’t normal, dawg, they all above average |
They all above average |