You probably sound better if the two of us was rapping together
They wanna overshadow me but that ain't happening never
She don't think I'm cute
Nah she just attracted to clever
I'm tryna win you wanna W too then file ya taxes whenever
I'm on it
Never sick of writing
Drunk driving like i got liquor license
Moving quick as lighting
Yea I be peeping guys
I got that type of soul fit for any finish line
Nigga check ya sneaker size
I be ordering fries
I put the beef aside
Tried to marry this game but y'all can keep the bride ha
And I don't got no alcohol problem
But when that alcohol in me I seem to be a problem
Like f*ck that
I ain't taking AA classes
I'm wit A class woman in some vacay glasses
Listening like what
Everything that they say is average
Only time I like the radio
When they play classics
I'm bringin back hits
Y'all can stay on that wack shit
Rappers they ain't who they say they are and y'all been catfished
What I'm saying is cracking
Don't got no chapped lips
But you gon need a clone cuz ya fire ain't lit to match this
Yea
No I ain't asking for advice
I'm light skinned blacking on the mic to gravitate to life
I'm fly
I understand why all these faggots wanna fight
I'll nail you if you cross like Passion of the Christ
I'm drunk
I can't believe I spilled another shot
Thinking bout the day someone got killed right up the block
Ain't no in between
Tell me is you real or is you not
Don't mind me I'm just drinking cuz I'm dealing with a lot
Yea I just said it
People know where I'm head
Forget it
I pass the test now give me some extra credit
Cuz I don't get enough of that
I'm everywhere but where the f*ck you at
Puffing blacks
See how these suckas act
They make me wanna snap and write another rap
What I ain't better then y'all cause I ain't tucking gats
And these bitches wanna look all close
I take a drink to the head like a football coach and get drunk
You can call it a bad habbit
I don't punch in on records I'm taking a jab at it
What they call a hit I listen and laugh at it
Like this shit is sad everything I hear is mad tragic uh
Go head and think you on top
Cuz I'm beyond that
Try dissin the king I won't respond back
Cuz ain't nobody close to me when I'm on wax
I need a moment with just me and this cognac
Sip
Trife Majors - Alcohol Moments Lyrics
Trife Majors - Alcohol Moments Lyrics
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You probably sound better if the two of us was rapping together
They wanna overshadow me but that ain't happening never
She don't think I'm cute
Nah she just attracted to clever
I'm tryna win you wanna W too then file ya taxes whenever
I'm on it
Never sick of writing
Drunk driving like i got liquor license
Moving quick as lighting
Yea I be peeping guys
I got that type of soul fit for any finish line
Nigga check ya sneaker size
I be ordering fries
I put the beef aside
Tried to marry this game but y'all can keep the bride ha
And I don't got no alcohol problem
But when that alcohol in me I seem to be a problem
Like f*ck that
I ain't taking AA classes
I'm wit A class woman in some vacay glasses
Listening like what
Everything that they say is average
Only time I like the radio
When they play classics
I'm bringin back hits
Y'all can stay on that wack shit
Rappers they ain't who they say they are and y'all been catfished
What I'm saying is cracking
Don't got no chapped lips
But you gon need a clone cuz ya fire ain't lit to match this
Yea
No I ain't asking for advice
I'm light skinned blacking on the mic to gravitate to life
I'm fly
I understand why all these faggots wanna fight
I'll nail you if you cross like Passion of the Christ
I'm drunk
I can't believe I spilled another shot
Thinking bout the day someone got killed right up the block
Ain't no in between
Tell me is you real or is you not
Don't mind me I'm just drinking cuz I'm dealing with a lot
Yea I just said it
People know where I'm head
Forget it
I pass the test now give me some extra credit
Cuz I don't get enough of that
I'm everywhere but where the f*ck you at
Puffing blacks
See how these suckas act
They make me wanna snap and write another rap
What I ain't better then y'all cause I ain't tucking gats
And these bitches wanna look all close
I take a drink to the head like a football coach and get drunk
You can call it a bad habbit
I don't punch in on records I'm taking a jab at it
What they call a hit I listen and laugh at it
Like this shit is sad everything I hear is mad tragic uh
Go head and think you on top
Cuz I'm beyond that
Try dissin the king I won't respond back
Cuz ain't nobody close to me when I'm on wax
I need a moment with just me and this cognac
Sip
They wanna overshadow me but that ain't happening never
She don't think I'm cute
Nah she just attracted to clever
I'm tryna win you wanna W too then file ya taxes whenever
I'm on it
Never sick of writing
Drunk driving like i got liquor license
Moving quick as lighting
Yea I be peeping guys
I got that type of soul fit for any finish line
Nigga check ya sneaker size
I be ordering fries
I put the beef aside
Tried to marry this game but y'all can keep the bride ha
And I don't got no alcohol problem
But when that alcohol in me I seem to be a problem
Like f*ck that
I ain't taking AA classes
I'm wit A class woman in some vacay glasses
Listening like what
Everything that they say is average
Only time I like the radio
When they play classics
I'm bringin back hits
Y'all can stay on that wack shit
Rappers they ain't who they say they are and y'all been catfished
What I'm saying is cracking
Don't got no chapped lips
But you gon need a clone cuz ya fire ain't lit to match this
Yea
No I ain't asking for advice
I'm light skinned blacking on the mic to gravitate to life
I'm fly
I understand why all these faggots wanna fight
I'll nail you if you cross like Passion of the Christ
I'm drunk
I can't believe I spilled another shot
Thinking bout the day someone got killed right up the block
Ain't no in between
Tell me is you real or is you not
Don't mind me I'm just drinking cuz I'm dealing with a lot
Yea I just said it
People know where I'm head
Forget it
I pass the test now give me some extra credit
Cuz I don't get enough of that
I'm everywhere but where the f*ck you at
Puffing blacks
See how these suckas act
They make me wanna snap and write another rap
What I ain't better then y'all cause I ain't tucking gats
And these bitches wanna look all close
I take a drink to the head like a football coach and get drunk
You can call it a bad habbit
I don't punch in on records I'm taking a jab at it
What they call a hit I listen and laugh at it
Like this shit is sad everything I hear is mad tragic uh
Go head and think you on top
Cuz I'm beyond that
Try dissin the king I won't respond back
Cuz ain't nobody close to me when I'm on wax
I need a moment with just me and this cognac
Sip
Writer: Kenneth Wilkins
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