Hate Bein Sober (freestyle) (Ft. Bynoe) Lyrics

Chinx Drugz Hate Bein Sober (freestyle) (Ft. Bynoe)

Oh1
What's up? what's up? what's up? what's up?
Cope what
I'ma, I hate bein, I'ma

Hook:
I hate bein sober, colin in my sort of
happen out with my doors up,
shawty when you clap like that know you,
we don't know you, we don't know you.
Don't come here, ain't from here
you get lost, all this bread that I toast,
right spot in them cope was
say the word and my young as they go boy,
yeah they go boy, yeah they go boy.

Stayin off the cine land but feeling though,
like my.. then I search the ceiling though
shawty with me she want me to twist her,
boy you're at the bottom, they don't wanna hear you how
all these money, spending all of these paper
if you run up on that whip, roll that weed when I bring
got a hundred niggas around me, do my girl..my lonely
if you my dog for real anything I gave you don't owe me.

See I pull up on them inner paper place,
told her that I don't wanna f*ck, spot the upper..
face roll us purple, in my couple double I'ma get it faded
you don't f..ck nigga
hurry up and die nigga made..

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I pull up to the light boy I'm flexin,
what a rare bond dunky she from Texas,
girl this sprite got a nigga poured up,
I go lambo on these niggas put the doors up,
fade it off for that lean, shawty rollin off for that pin
got them young boys they on deck, and them hater with that pin
now won't you bust it open for real nigga
I ain't gotta be around to get you kill nigga
A fill the sunglasses to see you here in the morning
she'll f*cking state to state, yeah that p**sy touring,
cold they ain't got a nigga lean in club live,
if any.. Sunday call me with me..

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