Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Irie, artist - Ty Dolla $ign. Album song Beach House 2, in the genre СоулDate of issue: 04.02.2018
Record label: Sauced Up
Song language: English
Irie |
| I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas |
| I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches |
| I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace |
| I smoked a joint and took a b-ar, now I’m irie |
| I’m irie, I’m irie, I’m irie |
| I’m irie, yeah, I’m irie |
| I’m irie |
| I’m irie, I’m irie |
| I’m irie, I’m irie |
| I’m irie, I’m irie |
| When I’m in Brooklyn I send runners to bodegas |
| Don’t bring no dutchie back homie, I prefer papers, I prefer papers |
| And I got love for the Nets but it’s still Lakers |
| I turn my music up, fuck my neighbors |
| I hit JFK, I’m going back to Cali |
| I got some OG Kush from San Fernando Valley |
| My nigga Beezy on the way from Humboldt County |
| We keep some organic weed, damn it, we from grass valley |
| I got a bad bitch riding shotgun with the shotgun |
| Pocket full of money and some condoms |
| I’mma drop your bitch back off when I’m done |
| Hope you make your bitch get in the shower |
| That’s your bitch, she my bitch, too |
| She let the homie hit too |
| Niggas be cuffin' while their bitches be fuckin' |
| My nigga, that ain’t nothing new |
| I’m the nigga that your bitch come to |
| When she wanna cheat on you |
| I’d probably be tripping, too, but I got more bitches than you |
| I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas |
| I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches |
| I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace |
| I smoked a joint and took a b-ar, now I’m irie |
| I’m irie, I’m irie, I’m irie |
| I’m irie, yeah, I’m irie |
| I’m irie |
| I’m irie, I’m irie |
| I’m irie, I’m irie |
| I’m irie, I’m irie |
| It’s Taylor Gang, I get so high that it’s irrational |
| When I pull up in first class, it’s international |
| I know some ratchet bitches and they rep the North side |
| We ain’t smoking on that pack unless it’s certified |
| Blowing by the zone, nigga, worth the grown |
| Smoking on that strong, give me dome while I’m on the phone |
| Take you to my home where we zip it up and pack it |
| Roll them joints up big as fuck, they tell me slow my roll |
| This young boy gonna live it up |
| Pass the loud, you’d think that I smoke flavors |
| No bitches in the hood that don’t smoke papers |
| Ain’t tryina hear 'bout what you need because I got it |
| It’s on the plane cause I can’t leave the crib without it |
| Claim you smoke more weed than me, I really doubt it |
| If she wake up and roll a joint that mean she 'bout it |
| And rest in peace, go to my nigga Ray |
| Now we call it KK and we smoke it all day |
| Straight to the face, fuck what the police say |
| I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas |
| I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches |
| I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace |
| I smoked a joint and took a b-ar, now I’m irie |
| I’m irie, I’m irie, I’m irie |
| I’m irie, yeah, I’m irie |
| I’m irie |
| I’m irie, I’m irie |
| I’m irie, I’m irie |
| I’m irie, I’m irie |