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Himm17 Plays
•22 Dec 2022
Call you a zombie do you want me dead? Are y’all on me on my head? Feeling like Britain because you’re up Trapped in the dust. You done stirred up. You know, I sip syrup And on Sunday I always worship But my shit so cold it made it a cougdrop We be frozen in the whip If you don’t fw me you can skip/ Goddamn, it’s a drop top You’ve been lying to some kings RIP Mufas Started with some wine and some pasta Took your bitch to Mi casa/ fucked her and yo mamma She yell and Papi go faster/ I did it cause she has 1 hell of a body The way I ball put me on the roster, all y’all mad cause I got her When I go no, I go hard Wanna see me in some Goyard? Should I be cooking? Call me Bo yard ee Because damn I’m a chef Take a look to your left. Thst then boys on the west pussy ass bitch all they know is theft Take a look to your right Was at the club when you left Guess where you slept for the night? I was tripping off the Xans When you said you was a fan This shit wasn’t planned But I can’t be your Man Cause I know you want the money Been too busy going ham like that honey style baked Girl, I know you fake You just want to know my deal Let me tell you I’m real Ima 100 Y’all urchins Stay, Lurkin Want paid birkins but y’all don’t pay for shit/ Aint made purchases growing/ sum plants And now you complain Saying you gave me the brain But that don’t mean I’m paying And you saying oh I’m not staying You saying, you might see me in the future But na fool , you for the streets/that shit took a big turn In the field with the cleats in a few shirts smokin herbs Feeling like a priest in a new church Funna I have a fish off my sold merch Rolled a blunt-put it in my hearse I dropped a Cold verse. That’s sad it’s cheesy call me Culver’s Kids wish they can be me when they’re older No, I’m not even much on the social But now I gotta do it for the culture Still gotta move cleanin the green roll a blunt for the team , moving, like Kosher rolling - in my rover Even if I’m Sippin, I’m Hella sober You got lucky like a four leaf clover You tripping if you think this is over Keep talking when you see me in my rover Till then I’ll keep walking the same Move, weirdly, y’all are deranged I’m the only one that’s freed from the cage
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Call you a zombie do you want me dead? Are y’all on me on my head? Feeling like Britain because you’re up Trapped in the dust. You done stirred up. You know, I sip syrup And on Sunday I always worship But my shit so cold it made it a cougdrop We be frozen in the whip If you don’t fw me you can skip/ Goddamn, it’s a drop top You’ve been lying to some kings RIP Mufas Started with some wine and some pasta Took your bitch to Mi casa/ fucked her and yo mamma She yell and Papi go faster/ I did it cause she has 1 hell of a body The way I ball put me on the roster, all y’all mad cause I got her When I go no, I go hard Wanna see me in some Goyard? Should I be cooking? Call me Bo yard ee Because damn I’m a chef Take a look to your left. Thst then boys on the west pussy ass bitch all they know is theft Take a look to your right Was at the club when you left Guess where you slept for the night? I was tripping off the Xans When you said you was a fan This shit wasn’t planned But I can’t be your Man Cause I know you want the money Been too busy going ham like that honey style baked Girl, I know you fake You just want to know my deal Let me tell you I’m real Ima 100 Y’all urchins Stay, Lurkin Want paid birkins but y’all don’t pay for shit/ Aint made purchases growing/ sum plants And now you complain Saying you gave me the brain But that don’t mean I’m paying And you saying oh I’m not staying You saying, you might see me in the future But na fool , you for the streets/that shit took a big turn In the field with the cleats in a few shirts smokin herbs Feeling like a priest in a new church Funna I have a fish off my sold merch Rolled a blunt-put it in my hearse I dropped a Cold verse. That’s sad it’s cheesy call me Culver’s Kids wish they can be me when they’re older No, I’m not even much on the social But now I gotta do it for the culture Still gotta move cleanin the green roll a blunt for the team , moving, like Kosher rolling - in my rover Even if I’m Sippin, I’m Hella sober You got lucky like a four leaf clover You tripping if you think this is over Keep talking when you see me in my rover Till then I’ll keep walking the same Move, weirdly, y’all are deranged I’m the only one that’s freed from the cage
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