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letra de high grade - eli sostre

[hook]
high grade, good liquor, yeah
good weed, my n-gga, yeah
bad b-tch, i’mma get her, yeah yeah
my cup stay filled up, ah yeah
high grade, good liquor, yeah
good weed, my n-gga, yeah
bad b-tch, i’mma get her, yeah yeah
my cup stay filled up, ah yeah

[verse 1]
relationships start to get borin’
the one that you call in the mornin’
your friends, they don’t look the same
you got a thing for my pain
truly, i’m feelin’ the vibe
i do this, i don’t got the time
for all of the calls and the texting
all of the b-tchin’ and stressin’
i bet that you wasn’t around
i bet that you look for me now
when i needed somethin’ to love
i ain’t have n0body to love
spendin’ your time in the club
i’m like: “f-ck all this rap sh-t”
you hate when i’m off of these percs
you just can’t deal with the madness

[verse 2]
i got the city on ten
city on fire since i dropped a tape
my momma need a new benz
can’t f-ck with none of these snakes
make sure my n-ggas is straight
they got some food on they plates (you know)
i got some things on my mind (whoa)
i know you got what it takes
baby, i’m f-cked up (baby, i’m f-cked up)
baby, i lucked out (baby, i lucked out)
baby, i love ya (baby, i love ya)
just can’t trust ya (just can’t trust ya)
i been tryna find the time
i been tryna find the wave
girl, i wish that i could stay
there ain’t nothin’ left to say

[beat switch]

[verse 3]
ay
new pirelli ’bout to count the millions, i ain’t trippin’, my n-gga
the come up breedin’ all the hate, so you look at me differently, n-gga
f-ck a label, cut the check or just gimme my disses, my n-gga (give me my word)
play like the playas, we only in this for the victory, n-gga
i give a f-ck ’bout a scene b-tch (f-ck all these hoes)
i’m from the block, i done seen it before
i made my funds on some clean sh-t
i’m off some hov and bean sh-t, yeah
where have you been?
you ain’t workin’, play the bench, yeah
cop a burger for my b-tch, yeah
need a prezi for the wrist, yeah
i told my momma i’ll cop her a rari
momma, i’m sorry, it should’ve been sooner
i got a girl and i ain’t tryna ruin her
shoutout to all of the b-tches that blew it
i got you feelin’ the change (yeah)
now you wonder where i been
now it’s like back in the day
baby, i ain’t seen you since, yeah
fadeaway, feelings fade away (woo)
hoop earring like i’m michael j
bullet holes in the windows (woo)
lost some homies man, it hurtin’ still
i might just pull up in drops now
she gave me top with the top down
i blow the herb out the sunroof (woo)
phone ringin’ cause i’m high now, yeah

- eli sostre

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