Lyrics Sheesh - ZellHarper, Lil Tracy

Sheesh

KimJ On The Beat!
Ahhahaha
(Goddamn I’m high)
Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh (Lil Tracy)
Tracy, Tracy, yah
Huh, you ain’t high as me (Sheesh, sheesh)
Yuh, yuh, yah, sheesh
Damn, high as fuck (Sheesh)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh)
Sheesh, sheesh, you ain’t high as me
Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, bitch, I’m off the leash
Leavin' the club and she coming with me (Yeah)
Your bitch sucking and fucking on me (Sheesh, sheesh)
Sheesh, damn, fuck, whoa, bad lil' hoe and she deep throat
Feel like Soulja Boy, got me jumping' on my toes
Sheesh, damn, fuck, whoa
I know you see me stuntin', that shit ain’t bout nothin', yeah
I been getting money, now these bitches wanna love me, yeah
But it ain’t no loving, yeah
Young nigga so fuckin' handsome got these hoes blushing, yeah
Hot like I’m over stove, I be in my glow
Now I’m in my mode, Super Saiyan on these hoes
She like, «Damn, you boys on fire» baby, I already know
Ready, Set, Go I’m fucking her fast but wanted me to go slow
Feel like Tracy, orange chicken, bitch, I’m sauce drippin'
Tryna copy my style, nigga, you be sauce flippin'
I’m a rockstar, baby, I’m so used to pimpin'
Busting these bitches and dippin'
Now that bitch wanna play me like a mission, but I’m not slippin' Yeah
Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, you ain’t high as me
Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, bitch, I’m off the leash
Leavin' the club and she coming with me (Yeah)
Your bitch sucking and fucking on me (Sheesh, sheesh)
Sheesh, damn, fuck, whoa, bad lil' hoe and she deep throat
Feel like Soulja Boy, got me jumping' on my toes
Sheesh, damn, fuck, whoa
Damn, damn, blunt like seven grams
Watch me do my dab, ooh, number one like cam
I don’t want ya girl, boy, but she want my xans
I fed it to her, yup, she ate that bitch right out my hand
I’m a rockstar, rap-star, pop-star
No matter how you lookin' at it, bitch, I’m still a star
Lil baby got a way with Harper, now she in the stars
I want a Phantom, Mazi, Bentley and a Jaguar
She do exotic type of shit and she love my wrist
My gold like bling-bling and my diamonds dance like Chris
Louis V that’s on my shades, barely see my eyes
We get so fuckin' high we feel paralyzed
Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, you ain’t high as me
Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, bitch, I’m off the leash
Leavin' the club and she coming with me (Yeah)
Your bitch sucking and fucking on me (Sheesh, sheesh)
Sheesh, damn, fuck, whoa, bad lil' hoe and she deep throat
Feel like Soulja Boy, got me jumping' on my toes
Sheesh, damn, fuck, whoa