Sober - Rittz, Suga Free

The city is glamming

In the spot coming from my gucci lenses

Plus tour busses scoops and benzes

I ain’t used to this I came through the trenches

Now my cousin fill up on boots and end em

Said I can’t pronounce multiple bank accounts

Now I give all my hommies all my hand me downs

Shit I used to get a hundred bucks a show

Now I get a couple grand to come and stand around

And drink shots of crown but never snitched to real

One too many gotta catch some air

Rooftop parties bars everywhere

But success don’t rest out of hair corvair

Big rozay ho’s day when I come and show them

This the me I get 'em tipsy freeze

Be going both ways pussy lickers skills that go showcase

Late night bunch of hoes at my doorway

It’s 4 in the morning and the party don’t end

Baby come over, baby come over

Our clothes on the ground drinking Crown till we spin

Fuck till we’re sober

Two fucker take a break to take a shot

Restaurant closed so we go in

Have my iphone out making homemade porn

And she screaming oh Lord, like she born again

One of us going down on snorkeling

Walk by my hotel room door and

I’m sure you heard us bone and probably came the moment

And fuck a maid keeping knocking reorienting

She give me oral then I told her you’re a 10

Lying cause your really bout an eight and a half

But a head game is the greatest I had

It’s a damn shame that I’m singing the last

Bet it was a blast she was making the splash

And I got one more favor to ask

Can I put a little bit cocaine on your ass

I took a sniff and I told the bitch slider this mess

It’s 4 in the morning and the party don’t end

Baby come over, baby come over

Our clothes on the ground drinking crown till we spin

Fuck till we’re sober

I’m feeling like a rabbit coming out of the egg

Feeling like a motherfucker breaking down record my tool

The nerve of this nigga with a flat on glove

Hella body with a bounce this is pimpin ho

Polished, Groomed!

shake with a fine grim

And buffed out to a shine that’ll blind a bitch, don’t I walk like I Got I all

down to a science bitch

Kinda like domino’s pizza

And don’t get too comfortable in the morning

Money always feel better than sex to me

The trick if I pick it up and ask for free

Motherfucker flamboyant

When I walked on the snow baby

And the sound of Sade fills the room with jamma bitch which fills my pocket

I like to wiggle wiggle it more I’m a hustler

Walk around pimpin' I don’t touch 'em

I thought you knew that pimps don’t go to jail

For pimpin', they go for mispimpin'

So don’t do that…

And understand God made pimps so a ho can have a man

And a trick won’t understand

Suga Free… my man!

It’s 4 in the morning and the party don’t end

Baby come over, baby come over

Our clothes on the ground drinking crown till we spin

Fuck till we’re sober