Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Better Days , by - Surf. Song from the album Badder Human, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Feltone
Song language: English
Better Days |
| My jeans pimple faced |
| My Ricky’s never laced |
| I put some diamonds in my mouth |
| That’s real expensive taste |
| Break in and get that fetti |
| Then we gon' do the race |
| They locked my nigga up |
| I hope he beat that case |
| She gotta attitude |
| That money fix her face |
| Come down my avenue |
| My nigga fix your fate |
| My whole team eating good |
| Nigga come and fix your plate |
| She stay on photoshop |
| I’ma call her pixel-face |
| I been tryna eat my cake |
| I eat like anime |
| My niggas keep them drums |
| We pull up like parade |
| If you see where I came from, you would celebrate |
| I been chasing all the guap |
| Tryna see some better days |
| I been chasing all the guap |
| Tryna see some better days |
| I been chasing all the guap |
| Tryna see some better days |
| I been chasing all the guap |
| Tryna see some better days |
| I been chasing all the guap |
| Tryna see some better days |
| Acne on my jeans (Yeah) |
| Jolie on my tee (Yeah) |
| I be just chasing dreams |
| BMW on my key (Yeah) |
| I was just down back |
| They was testing on my pee (Yeah) |
| Heard they got my feature |
| That shit came with a fee (Yeah) |
| Only nigga from my class |
| Countin' up these racks, hoe |
| All them people dummy bad |
| Turn me to an asshole |
| Only two seats in this coupe |
| You can’t fit in my back bro |
| Feel like glue was on my shoes |
| I’m stuck inside my bag, hoe |
| My old girl was average |
| Now I got a bad bitch |
| Packing all my baggage |
| Travel like an atlas |
| If you was like me, you’d probably do it to |
| But I guess that’s not the case |
| Cause I’m seeing better days |
| I been chasing all the guap |
| Tryna see some better days |
| I been chasing all the guap |
| Tryna see some better days |
| I been chasing all the guap |
| Tryna see some better days |
| I been chasing all the guap |
| Tryna see some better days |
| Yeah, yeah |
| I’m a shopaholic, bitch |
| Balling is my hobby |
| When I’m in the whip |
| She gon give me sloppy toppy |
| When I get her home she gon give me that punani |
| Imma keep it G man |
| Call me John Gotti |
| I can make a dollar stretch |
| Just like it do pilates |
| I don’t catch L’s |
| Nigga, I will catch a body |
| I been making all this money |
| Nigga, I’m Illuminati |
| Poured up a fanta |
| That shits polluted |
| When I play dumb, watch |
| I’ll go stupid |
| Niggas gon' say what they want on computers |
| I’ll pull your heart right out your chest |
| Like I’m Cuban |
| Keep a cool 100 |
| But my niggas boiling |
| I should be a model |
| The way that they shooting |
| You was just square |
| Like you made out of Rubiks |
| Fuck all that talking, Lil Nigga |
| Just do it |
| These niggas pussy |
| They leaking out fluids |
| They money old |
| Like it came out the ruins |
| You got a gun |
| But I don’t see you shooting |
| Say you a snake |
| But I already knew it |
| Diamonds in my mouth |
| Give a young nigga toothache |
| Tryna get up on the team |
| But it’s way too late |
| Beat a nigga ass, wipe the mess up |
| Turn my hands red |
| Like I just made strawberry Kool Aid |