Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Haze, artist - Nines. Album song Crop Circle, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: XL
Song language: English
Haze |
Shout outs to all my crop circles niggas, innit |
Hit me up, you know how it is, we trade flavors and shit |
I got rich off the corner selling haze |
I got rich off the corner selling haze |
Used to be broke but that was just a phase |
Used to be broke but that was just a phase |
I got rich off the corner selling haze |
I got rich off the corner selling haze |
Used to be broke but that was just a phase |
Used to be broke but that was just a phase |
Them niggas ain’t getting money that’s why they reminiscing |
Me and Pebs on the M Way doin hella missions |
I know I charted fam I should be on the television |
Jazzy told me stop trappin' but I never listen |
I ain’t hard to find I’m always on the block |
No iPhones when we walk into my spot |
20 something lights, can’t afford for this to flop |
Wish don’t compare the market they’d insurance on the crop |
If you see my crop house you’d be amazed |
Walkin' through my crops like walkin' through a maze |
And I just booked some flights for the whole team |
Wakin up to head I feel like Moe Greene |
So I ain’t shottin' white or brown |
The Ice City got Gelato by the pound |
I’m used to re-upping in Amsterdam |
Now these packs come from San Fran |
I got rich off the corner selling haze |
I got rich off the corner selling haze |
Used to be broke but that was just a phase |
Used to be broke but that was just a phase |
I got rich off the corner selling haze |
I got rich off the corner selling haze |
Used to be broke but that was just a phase |
Used to be broke but that was just a phase |
My pinkie ring weighs three ounce of gold |
Flawless diamonds in my mouth I’m cookin down to foke |
Imma arrogant prick nigga now you know |
I shoot you in your face then I walk around and smoke |
She said she can’t feel her face sniffin down my coke |
She said she wants a couple gram to move down her nose |
Real plastic bitch, fake titties, round and cold |
When I’m drivin in my whip she got me down her throat |
Nobody tells me nuttin cuz I’m that official nor I’m selling crack cocaine and |
I’m slappin missiles |
When I pull up in the Benz niggas know its me |
Crime scene in my hands cuz everybody knows we G’s |
RIP the dash brands yeah they know its beef |
Better plan the funerals, prayer beads and rosaries |
Lock me up but they know they couldn’t hold the G |
Bust up, soon as I touchdown I own these streets |
I got rich off the corner selling haze |
I got rich off the corner selling haze |
Used to be broke but that was just a phase |
Used to be broke but that was just a phase |
I got rich off the corner selling haze |
I got rich off the corner selling haze |
Used to be broke but that was just a phase |
Used to be broke but that was just a phase |