The Kid LAROI – Not Sober Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Okay, hold up baby, roll one
Can we light it, can we smoke one, can we pour up?
Mix the Hennessey with the Cola
I feel better when I’m not sober
[Chorus]
Okay, hold up …
[Intro]
Yeah
Okay, hold up baby, roll one
Can we light it, can we smoke one, can we pour up?
Mix the Hennessey with the Cola
I feel better when I’m not sober
[Chorus]
Okay, hold up …
[Chorus: Sava]
TPL, Haringey Borough
Bro got beef round there, one hunna
All blacked out tryna bring back summer, no Olympics but they run like Farah
If I shoot won’t miss like Salah
I get …
[Chorus: Kevin Abstract, Merlyn Wood, Matt Champion, Kevin Abstract & Matt Champion]
Go ahead throw a chain on (Aye, Why not?)
Tell ’em boys where you came from (Aye, Why not?)
Tell ’em …
[Intro: Merlyn Wood]
Jabari, me paddy
[Verse 1: Merlyn Wood]
‘Bout 2K, that’s a Kit Kat
I make more than your dad
I’m just like a rich Rugrat
[?]
She in my mouth like a biscuit
She make …
You set the highest bar
The holy Mecca
You were smart, you were strong, you were sweet
The whole trifecta
You went and led me on
And I let ya
Til I realized it was time …
[Intro]
(You’ll fly too)
Uh, any way you want it, uh
(TrellGotWings, bitch)
[Chorus]
Any way you want it, we can get it for you
Any way you want it, we can get it for you
I ain’t Chef Boyardee, but I’ve been cooking orders
I ain’t Chef Boyardee, but I’ve been cooking orders
Any way you want it, we can get it for you
Any way you want it, we can get it for you
I ain’t Chef Boyardee, but I’ve been cooking orders
I ain’t Chef Boyardee, but I’ve been cooking orders, yeah
[Verse]
Huh, Paul Dean with that Ford, whip, whip, whip
Kobe with that torch
Get the fuck up off my court stupid bitch
You know balling ain’t really your sport
Sheesh, gun in the bag, gun in the bag, yeah, uh
Keep me a gun in the bag, right next to my mask, yeah, uh-huh
Now it’s time to takeoff, ballin’ on these niggas like the playoffs
Killer at heart likе Adolf
Russian creams with the codeinе and the fuego, yeah, uh-huh
Shut the fuck up, nigga listen, ayy, ayy
This shit real boy, no Jiminy Cricket, ayy
Diamonds chandelier, boy
Ball like the Cavaliers, boy
The man of the year, boy
Left my momma in tears of joy
Uh, 20 bands in her pocket, damn
I remember when she ain’t have no wallet to put it in, uh
Now the money’s comin’ in
Hopefully I don’t spend it all on percocets again (Spend it all on percocets again)
[Bridge]
Huh, Paul Dean with that Ford, whip, whip, whip (Spend it all on percocets again)
Kobe with that torch (Spend it all on percocets again)
Get the fuck up off my court stupid bitch (Spend it all on percocets again)
You know balling ain’t really your sport
[Chorus]
Any way you want it, we can get it for you
Any way you want it, we can get it for you
I ain’t Chef Boyardee, but I’ve been cooking orders
I ain’t Chef Boyardee, but I’ve been cooking orders
Any way you want it, we can get it for you
Any way you want it, we can get it for you
I ain’t Chef Boyardee, but I’ve been cooking orders
I ain’t Chef Boyardee, but I’ve been cooking orders, yeah
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