Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Affection, artist - Retch. Album song Richer Than The Opps, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fastmoney
Song language: English
Affection |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah |
| Hendrix goin' brazy, for real, uh |
| Huh, huh, yeah, I done gave all my affection |
| Hi-Tech, yeah it solve my depression |
| Let my guard down, yeah, I let you get my best side, huh |
| Let you take my heart up on a test- |
| Ayy, tried to give you all my affection, yeah |
| Hi-Tech, yeah it solve my depression |
| Let my guard down, yeah, I let you get my best side, huh |
| Let you take my heart up on a test drive, yeah |
| I’ma pull up 'Rari, not no Tesla, huh |
| Be on Xannies but it’s hard to forget you |
| Sick of pussy niggas talkin' like they tough guys |
| Then why you never slide when your friends die? |
| Huh, yeah |
| I’ma sip the drink, sittin' courtside, huh, yeah |
| Spent a lot of money payin' court fines, huh, yeah |
| Flight to Puerto Rico, yeah, that’s more vibes, hey |
| Can’t believe they really think the score tied, hey |
| I rock all designer shit for fun now |
| Niggas dyin' so it’s hard to put the gun down, huh, yeah |
| I was really trappin' after sundown |
| On the block where even locals never come down, huh |
| Fuck a broad, I done got my chips up, hey |
| I’ma put my moms in a Benz truck, yeah |
| I’ma let my son pick the whips out, hey |
| Grandma got a mansion and she dripped out, huh, damn |
| I could never argue with a bitch now, yeah |
| Treat you like a car, you get switched out, hey, yeah |
| Wock' in my creme soda, gotta piss now, hey |
| But I’m fuckin' lost, nigga took the script now, hey hey |
| Bitches from the TV on my dick now, hey hey |
| Can’t post up the same way on the strip now |
| But it’s same and it’s nothin' bring them sticks out |
| Couple hundred up, we’ll still bring the grips up |
| Ayy, tried to give you all my affection, yeah |
| Hi-Tech, yeah it solve my depression |
| Let my guard down, yeah, I let you get my best side, huh |
| Let you take my heart up on a test drive, yeah |
| I’ma pull up 'Rari, not no Tesla, huh |
| Be on Xannies but it’s hard to forget you |
| Sick of pussy niggas talkin' like they tough guys |
| Then why you never slide when your friends die? |
| Huh, yeah |
| I’ma sip the drink, sittin' courtside, huh, yeah |
| Spent a lot of money payin' court fines, huh, yeah |
| Flight to Puerto Rico, yeah, that’s more vibes, hey |
| Can’t believe they really think the score tied, hey |
| I rock all designer shit for fun now |
| Niggas dyin' so it’s hard to put the gun down, huh, yeah |
| I was really trappin' after sundown |
| On the block where even locals never come down |