Fine Wine by TRA (US) Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Ayy turn that shit up
Oh yeah that shit sound good
[Verse 1]
Gimme the loot and imma bounce bitch
When I join I expect no fucking sound bitch
Buy some rounds bitch
Don’t leave your house bitch
I got no shit up on my wrist bitch
Check the fucking ‘counts bitch
Yeah, check the fucking ‘counts ahh
Don’t cross the fucking line
Yeah my girl gets better with time like fine wine
And she’s mine tough to find one of a kind
Sunshine, goldmine, so fine, damn
Damn I spray this fucking shit like Pam
And it slams and I just scored higher than exams bitch
[Verse 2]
Fuck em yeah fuck em I don’t love em
I will always be above em
I don't fuck with you if you don’t fuck with the style
This shits so fucking wild
I’ve been running for 20 miles
My bars are not so fucking mild
Fuck with me and you gone get a trial bitch
Yeah don’t fuck with my flow
Bitch I’m unique and I’ll sell out the shows
I don’t fuck with no hoes
I got me a girl and you already know
The lyrics like snow
And I’m always alone
And she calling my phone
And she feeling like home
And the bars are like stone
And I’m up on the throne
And I put in the work but I’m still unknown ahh
[Interlude]
Like fine wine yeah
Yeah
Ayy
Yeah yeah yeah bau
[Verse 3]
Writing this shit right after the album drop
Telling myself that I’d only make fucking bops
Closing up shop I don’t ever write fucking flops
Swip swap on that shit I don’t wanna stop
Drip drop on my fit I know how to shop
Wait stop
Your bitch fucks them props
And you’re cut like a mop
And you don’t have a job
And you wonder why she never wanna talk ahh
Your shit doesn’t matter I throw it aside
I tried to be better but I was denied
You fuck with the pride
I fuck with the east side
And my girl live on avenue west yeah
Only fuck with the best
This shit ain’t a contest
And I’m feeling the stress
At my best I’m a guest
I don’t wanna ingest
All the rest of this shit
But I’m blessed
[Verse 4]
Yeah let me down
I just wanna be found
Fuck my account
Fuck the amounts
Fuck with the sound
Yeah higher than clouds
Finding my crowd
Rapping out loud
Working past sundown
Trynna be proud yeah
Of the shit that I make
Writing that shit till I break
Writing that shit till it’s hot like a steak
Bitch I’m the baddest
Don’t fuck with the baddest
Don’t fuck with my status
Your shit doesn’t matter
Yeah going in deep like a dagger
I’m climbing the ladder
I’m laying the platter
Yeah where the fuck are your manners
I’m writing this shit like a planner
I’m bout ta blow up like I’m banner fuck
I’m too good for your standards
[Verse 5]
I’m too good for you
Sad but it’s true if you only knew
Don’t take a lotta randos gotta keep a tight crew
Only had two (bitch yeah) now I gotta girl wit a view
And I’m stuck like glue wit her
And this shit so cold got it feeling like blue winter (ayy fuck)
Keeping you warm with this liquor
I don’t feel the same come to figure
Flowing so fast like a river
I’m cutting your shit like it’s scissors
I’m climbing up fast like a zipper
Your boyfriend is soft like a whisper
It's hitting so fast like a twister
I’m grinding so hard got a blister
I’m pouring a glass and I got me a mixer
I’m trynna get richer and get me some figures (yeah)
But that don’t make me a winner (bau)
Yeah
Ayy turn that shit up
Oh yeah that shit sound good
[Verse 1]
Gimme the loot and imma bounce bitch
When I join I expect no fucking sound bitch
Buy some rounds bitch
Don’t leave your house bitch
I got no shit up on my wrist bitch
Check the fucking ‘counts bitch
Yeah, check the fucking ‘counts ahh
Don’t cross the fucking line
Yeah my girl gets better with time like fine wine
And she’s mine tough to find one of a kind
Sunshine, goldmine, so fine, damn
Damn I spray this fucking shit like Pam
And it slams and I just scored higher than exams bitch
[Verse 2]
Fuck em yeah fuck em I don’t love em
I will always be above em
I don't fuck with you if you don’t fuck with the style
This shits so fucking wild
I’ve been running for 20 miles
My bars are not so fucking mild
Fuck with me and you gone get a trial bitch
Yeah don’t fuck with my flow
Bitch I’m unique and I’ll sell out the shows
I don’t fuck with no hoes
I got me a girl and you already know
The lyrics like snow
And I’m always alone
And she calling my phone
And she feeling like home
And the bars are like stone
And I’m up on the throne
And I put in the work but I’m still unknown ahh
[Interlude]
Like fine wine yeah
Yeah
Ayy
Yeah yeah yeah bau
[Verse 3]
Writing this shit right after the album drop
Telling myself that I’d only make fucking bops
Closing up shop I don’t ever write fucking flops
Swip swap on that shit I don’t wanna stop
Drip drop on my fit I know how to shop
Wait stop
Your bitch fucks them props
And you’re cut like a mop
And you don’t have a job
And you wonder why she never wanna talk ahh
Your shit doesn’t matter I throw it aside
I tried to be better but I was denied
You fuck with the pride
I fuck with the east side
And my girl live on avenue west yeah
Only fuck with the best
This shit ain’t a contest
And I’m feeling the stress
At my best I’m a guest
I don’t wanna ingest
All the rest of this shit
But I’m blessed
[Verse 4]
Yeah let me down
I just wanna be found
Fuck my account
Fuck the amounts
Fuck with the sound
Yeah higher than clouds
Finding my crowd
Rapping out loud
Working past sundown
Trynna be proud yeah
Of the shit that I make
Writing that shit till I break
Writing that shit till it’s hot like a steak
Bitch I’m the baddest
Don’t fuck with the baddest
Don’t fuck with my status
Your shit doesn’t matter
Yeah going in deep like a dagger
I’m climbing the ladder
I’m laying the platter
Yeah where the fuck are your manners
I’m writing this shit like a planner
I’m bout ta blow up like I’m banner fuck
I’m too good for your standards
[Verse 5]
I’m too good for you
Sad but it’s true if you only knew
Don’t take a lotta randos gotta keep a tight crew
Only had two (bitch yeah) now I gotta girl wit a view
And I’m stuck like glue wit her
And this shit so cold got it feeling like blue winter (ayy fuck)
Keeping you warm with this liquor
I don’t feel the same come to figure
Flowing so fast like a river
I’m cutting your shit like it’s scissors
I’m climbing up fast like a zipper
Your boyfriend is soft like a whisper
It's hitting so fast like a twister
I’m grinding so hard got a blister
I’m pouring a glass and I got me a mixer
I’m trynna get richer and get me some figures (yeah)
But that don’t make me a winner (bau)