Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Glasses, artist - Rich Boy. Album song Chevy Muzik, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Razor Sharp
Song language: English
Glasses |
Picture me in a Benz, witness me ball again |
Making a leg band, she beggin me put it in |
Get a cup, fill it up, look at me, fresh as fuck |
Keep a 45 tucked, nigga tryina plot on us |
Bottles pouring, diamonds blowing, champagne overflowing |
In the club toasting, we leaving with gang trophy |
32 inch chrome gold, keep the rims frozen |
Private yo doors open, I’m like a Jamaican smoker |
Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh |
Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh |
Glass up in the air (glass up in the air), oh oh |
Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh |
Baby get that ass up, make em blow that cash up |
If you balling my nigga then get your fuckin glass up |
Alligator crop, top shut down the parking lot |
Valet in the front, tonight, the whole city hot |
Playing with gang chips, championship whips |
Throbbing on hips, with model bitches with gold lips |
Step into the club with my niggas where the freeze at |
She can’t be scared, she bounce, baby throw it back |
Take a look at me, look at the MVP |
Flash you on the beat, she wanna leave with me |
Tolt me up, get your glass up, another cup |
Roll it up, in the VIP, they know it’s us |
Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh |
Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh |
Glass up in the air (glass up in the air), oh oh |
Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh |