Eli Sostre - High Grade lyrics

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Eli Sostre - High Grade lyrics

[Hook] High grade, good liquor, yeah Good weed, my n***a, yeah Bad b**h, imma date her, yeah yeah My cup stay filled up, ah yeah High grade, good liquor, yeah Good weed, my n***a, yeah Bad b**h, imma date 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**hes been 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 nobody to love Spendin' your time in the club I'm like: "f** all this rap sh**" You hate when I'm off of these percs You just can't deal with the madness [Hook] High grade, good liquor, yeah Good weed, my n***a, yeah Bad b**h, imma date her, yeah yeah My cup stay filled up, ah yeah High grade, good liquor, yeah Good weed, my n***a, yeah Bad b**h, imma date her, yeah yeah My cup stay filled up, ah yeah [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** with none of these snakes Make sure my n***as 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**ed up (baby, I'm f**ed 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 [Hook] High grade, good liquor, yeah Good weed, my n***a, yeah Bad b**h, imma date her, yeah yeah My cup stay filled up, ah yeah High grade, good liquor, yeah Good weed, my n***a, yeah Bad b**h, imma get her, yeah yeah My cup stay filled up, ah yeah [Beat switch] [Verse 3] Ay New Pirelli 'bout to count the millions, I ain't trippin', my n***a The come up breadin' all the hate, so you look at me differently, n***a f** a label, cut the check or just gimme my disses, my n***a (give me my word) Play like the playas, we only in this for the victory, n***a I give a f** 'bout a scene b**h (f** all these hoes) I'm from the block, I done seen it before I made my funds on some clean sh** I'm off some Hov and Bean sh**, yeah Where have you been? You ain't workin', play the bench, yeah Cop a burger for my b**h, yeah Need a Prezi for the wrist, yeah I told my momma I copped 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**hes 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, feelins' fade away (woo) Hoop earrin' 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

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