Barely Sober Lyrics - Belly

Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa 

All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma 

My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra 

Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) 

Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) 

Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) 

Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) 

Told her stay and listen, you can pay attention 

You can say it's tripping just to pay tuition 

You can say you're different, that don't make a difference 

Just like all the bitches I know 

Won't catch me slipping, I'm just syrup sipping 

I don't pose for pictures, I'm just being different 

I'm too real with it but you're always tripping 

Just like all the bitches I know 

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Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you 

Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you 

Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you 

Slide, I might just pull up and slide with you 

Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa 

All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma 

My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra 

Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) 

Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) 

Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) 

Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) 

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I ain't never sober, Codeine in the soda 

Kush from California, coke across the border 

Drugs get imported, love ain't important 

These niggas ain't important 

These niggas ain't my whodies 

I got baggies baggies baggies 

She got a fatty and it's tatted 

I got a habit and it's tragic 

But fuck it, if I die I'm high I'm happy 

OMG it's Tunechi Lee, I sip, I drink 

Pop two, pop three 

And just be free and just be me 

They will critique I just keep keep 

I'm pouring up and slowing down 

We going up, it's going down 

We throwing up because you know that more than enough is never enough 

We pour a little more in her cup and measure it for what 

And these bitches already know we setting them up 

Gotta bump it like some motherfuckin' exzema bumps 

They naked in pumps 

My goons say they're checkin' the chumps 

And when it comes to drugs never give up 

Young Mulah! 

Trap, trapping with the money in the sofa 

All I smoke is loud, she get high off my aroma 

My whole squad we the brand new cosa nostra 

Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) 

Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) 

Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) 

Oh my God bitch, we barely ever sober (Oh my God) 

Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you 

Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you 

Vibe, I think I'm catching a vibe with you 

Slide, I might just pull up and slide with you