Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sober, artist - Rittz. Album song The Life and Times of Jonny Valiant, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.04.2013
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Sober |
| The city is glamming |
| In the spot coming from my gucci lenses |
| Plus tour busses scoops and benzes |
| I ain’t used to this I came through the trenches |
| Now my cousin fill up on boots and end em |
| Said I can’t pronounce multiple bank accounts |
| Now I give all my hommies all my hand me downs |
| Shit I used to get a hundred bucks a show |
| Now I get a couple grand to come and stand around |
| And drink shots of crown but never snitched to real |
| One too many gotta catch some air |
| Rooftop parties bars everywhere |
| But success don’t rest out of hair corvair |
| Big rozay ho’s day when I come and show them |
| This the me I get 'em tipsy freeze |
| Be going both ways pussy lickers skills that go showcase |
| Late night bunch of hoes at my doorway |
| It’s 4 in the morning and the party don’t end |
| Baby come over, baby come over |
| Our clothes on the ground drinking Crown till we spin |
| Fuck till we’re sober |
| Two fucker take a break to take a shot |
| Restaurant closed so we go in |
| Have my iphone out making homemade porn |
| And she screaming oh Lord, like she born again |
| One of us going down on snorkeling |
| Walk by my hotel room door and |
| I’m sure you heard us bone and probably came the moment |
| And fuck a maid keeping knocking reorienting |
| She give me oral then I told her you’re a 10 |
| Lying cause your really bout an eight and a half |
| But a head game is the greatest I had |
| It’s a damn shame that I’m singing the last |
| Bet it was a blast she was making the splash |
| And I got one more favor to ask |
| Can I put a little bit cocaine on your ass |
| I took a sniff and I told the bitch slider this mess |
| It’s 4 in the morning and the party don’t end |
| Baby come over, baby come over |
| Our clothes on the ground drinking crown till we spin |
| Fuck till we’re sober |
| I’m feeling like a rabbit coming out of the egg |
| Feeling like a motherfucker breaking down record my tool |
| The nerve of this nigga with a flat on glove |
| Hella body with a bounce this is pimpin ho |
| Polished, Groomed! |
| shake with a fine grim |
| And buffed out to a shine that’ll blind a bitch, don’t I walk like I Got I all |
| down to a science bitch |
| Kinda like domino’s pizza |
| And don’t get too comfortable in the morning |
| Money always feel better than sex to me |
| The trick if I pick it up and ask for free |
| Motherfucker flamboyant |
| When I walked on the snow baby |
| And the sound of Sade fills the room with jamma bitch which fills my pocket |
| I like to wiggle wiggle it more I’m a hustler |
| Walk around pimpin' I don’t touch 'em |
| I thought you knew that pimps don’t go to jail |
| For pimpin', they go for mispimpin' |
| So don’t do that… |
| And understand God made pimps so a ho can have a man |
| And a trick won’t understand |
| Suga Free… my man! |
| It’s 4 in the morning and the party don’t end |
| Baby come over, baby come over |
| Our clothes on the ground drinking crown till we spin |
| Fuck till we’re sober |