Remi Prince - Vine (feat. Java) Lyrics

Switched lanes
To the money
Should have been on that shit
The whole time
Guess I never let it change me
Ya'll cap
No facts
I'm back
All Black
Like James
Like Bond
Can't blame me
They ain't know Iley
They ain't know us
Imma put that shit on my chain
So its there
On my chest
When yo' bitch
Ah f*ck it man
I ain't need to explain
Ah f*ck it man
I'd prolly' give her back pain
Lucky you
Got no time for a new bitch
Lucky me
Got no time for an old ho
Me and Java
Pullin' 44s
In the fast lane
All my dogs hold it down
Bet you they'd show
If I told em' come around
45 millimeter on me
I don't show it
I don't pull it
I just give them boys a call
And they a' hunt you like,
Damn
Prince so vain
Check my neck bitch
Check my name
Like, Oh
Catch my wave
Find Namaste
Yeah the high feels good
But we cant f*ck with the lows
Yeah the high feel good
But we cant f*ck with the lows
The lows
The lows
The lows
I said the high feels good
But I can't f*ck with the lows
Get low
Get low
Yeah
Thinkin' back then
To my old shit
I was so dumb
I was so lit
Like f*ck sum' bitch
Was all that
I could think about
And I remember
Learning never think
With yo' dick
Like
Oh man
Oh man
What I did
To myself
And them girls
And my moms
Got lucky
Now I skate on em'
Ion' need no bitch
I ain't bringing sand
To the beach
At the Palms
Like
F*ck all ya'll
Bitch I came for some money
I got three more days
Then I'm back out the country
I like hoes
I like racing
I ain't good for nobody
I like smokin'
I like drinkin'
And I always stay hungry
The lows
The lows
The lows
The lows
I said the high feel
High
The high
To get low
What you doin'
Let you good
Let you good
Tell em' Java
Feel I'm boutta
Get me the mic
And Imma' ride
All night
Imma' ride
Imma try
Same high
Cuz I feel so damn low
Sometimes
Yet I feel so damn low
Sometimes
Feelin' like I'm catchin' a vibe
I feel alive
Different fruit
From the same vine
I feel like
It'll never feel like old times
Heart hurts
And its half size
Heart hurts
And its half size
I don't wanna'
Open my eyes
I feel so tired
Wishing that you would
Finally realized
That I would've died
Yeah I would've dies for ya
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah I would've died for ya
Oh-oh-woah
I love women
Like I love champaigne
Tastes sweet going down
That's all I'm sayin'
Bitch
Can't get it from me now
Kick it like Pipin'
So vibe
And I keep it like
Vance Joy
Rip Tide
And, you ain't never
Had a bad bitch like mine
Used to cook food
And she always on time
If she sittin' in the back
Then she sittin' with the 9mm
Run it like a track meet
Silhouette fine
And she hit em' with the
Grrrttt-pow
She ain't never mind
Highs so high
But the lows ain't fine
What I tell em' like
We aint f*ck with the lows
The lows
The lows
The lows
Yeah
The high so good
But we can't f*ck with the lows