Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sour, artist - Styles P. Album song Phantom and The Ghost, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.04.2014
Song language: English
Sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| This that «drink up with it», and I can’t smoke it less it |
| You drop the hits, they gon' get |
| Soon as you get rich, they gon' be |
| Yeah, they gon' hate when you get power |
| They gon' be sour, they gon' be sour |
| Opposite of sweet, hottest in the street |
| I rep that purple haze, not that sour D |
| I rep that L-O-X, that’s a power three |
| When you gettin' money, (that's just how cowards be) |
| New crib, new ice, new car, hatin' niggas start gettin' S-O-U-R |
| You can act like you ain’t but you know you are |
| But there’s nothing you can do cause we just go too hard |
| From the booth to the block, you get robbed, you get shot |
| That’s the feeling that you usually have after gettin' got |
| Turn it into rock, or just leave it powder |
| If that haze is all gone, fuck it, roll a lil' |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| This that «drink up with it», and I can’t smoke it less it |
| You drop the hits, they gon' get |
| Soon as you get rich, they gon' be |
| Yeah, they gon' hate when you get power |
| They gon' be sour, they gon' be sour |
| Ay, make the ham in a hour, bake it up, where is flour? |
| Stack that money tall, tower, nigga play, make it shower |
| I don’t give no fuck bout no coward, ain’t no «i» in «team», I’m talking «our» |
| Nigga, call my team, we in Ralph, I don’t give a fuck if you in Okinawa |
| Well prepared for that slime though, I go ham though, I’ont eat swine though |
| I take vitamins, I keep iron on me, guarantee I keep more than slime on me |
| (Early morning, drink cold coffee, patron and lime, shake the haters off me) |
| I ain’t jump off the porch, I lived in these streets |
| And beast on these beats, a beast in these streets |
| Real as fuck, how could you hate my guts? |
| I was just waiting, I knew you hate my guts |
| Straighten your face when I walked in the place |
| You make it obvious that you ain’t proud of us |
| A1FB, we global, don’t even come around if we don’t know you |
| Ever since we been in power, these pussy niggas been sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| This that «drink up with it», and I can’t smoke it less it |
| You drop the hits, they gon' get |
| Soon as you get rich, they gon' be |
| Yeah, they gon' hate when you get power |
| They gon' be sour, they gon' be sour |
| Need a six-month, run with the Mexicans |
| I don’t touch the haze if the sour’s on deck again |
| 'Nother six-month, run with the Colombians |
| L-O-X concern is which, house to put the money in |
| Half a stack of them indoors, half a stack of them outdoors |
| Ride around in them Benzos, fuck it, nigga, we outlaws |
| And I ain’t even mad if you mad at me |
| You came, on some sour shit, I came with a strategy |
| I ain’t out to get swag money, but I’m into that hard money |
| Think about all my yard niggas, bathtub, now that’s car money |
| I blow a lil' haze on the appetize' |
| But you knowin' what I’m lightin' if I have to fly |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| But you knowin' what I’m lightin' if I have to fly |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| But you knowin' what I’m lightin' if I have to fly |
| Sour, sour, sour |
| This that «drink up with it», and I can’t smoke it less it |
| You drop the hits, they gon' get |
| Soon as you get rich, they gon' be |
| Yeah, they gon' hate when you get power |
| They gon' be sour, they gon' be sour |