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