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Язык песни: Английский
HIM |
| See that look in his eyes man |
| Haha |
| Runway, thouxan, Figueroa, bands, Chris Clizzy |
| For sure, respect, peace, tech |
| Hoe I’m him, don’t ever gotta worry 'bout them |
| Hoe I’m him, don’t ever be worried 'bout, uh |
| Hoe I’m him, don’t ever be worried 'bout him |
| Broke peon, that shit underneath my Tim’s (underneath my feet) |
| 'Dis why I’m hot, real hot boy like I’m him |
| Thot’s in my spot, my momma think I’m pimpin' |
| Trappin' out my spot, neighbours keep on trippin' |
| Parked the car up in the kitchen how I’m whippin' (yeah) |
| Plugged in the socket ain’t sinked a dollar but they still ship |
| Walked in the spot with 50 bands they think it’s Christmas |
| Living lavish, niggas don’t even blemish |
| Talking 'bout static, hell nah can’t dismiss it |
| Shit look tragic, your partner how we hit him |
| Shit these niggas doing for clout got wack tryna fit in |
| It’s Runway Richy, choppa hold .250s |
| With me for the glizzy on your neck look like a hickey |
| I got folders that got twin’s they got extra clothes be with me |
| I got Muslim bloods and GDG them crews be fucking with me |
| Had to tax him, finessed him out his benji’s |
| Real outlaw lil baby you know I cause infringement |
| Bit of endightment for that shit can’t be pretending |
| Y’all best friend a rat, he pointed his finger towards the bitches |
| Ay these niggas rat’s, mouse’s blood on niggas trippin' |
| Ain’t tryna do no business with ya nigga keep your distance |
| These niggas killing 'bout these bitches swear they keep it pimpin' |
| I’m out in Cali', Bali, nigga, smoking Scotty Pippen |
| Shoutout Chris Clizzy, your nigga pulling up stay busy |
| We in Atlanta spread my wings the hawk 'coz the falcons with me |
| Had to dish that hoe because she sloppy and she way too tipsy |
| She know I’m him, Kurt Jackson we ain’t shooting 50's |
| She know I’m him, I’m bright as hell I’m never dim |
| She know we him, outside like we run the city |
| She know I’m him, I’m simple but can’t be no simp |
| They knew we them, these .223's gon' leave them limp |
| Hoe I’m him, don’t ever gotta worry 'bout them |
| Hoe I’m him, don’t ever be worried 'bout, uh |
| Hoe I’m him, don’t ever be worried 'bout him |
| Broke peon, that shit underneath my Tim’s (underneath my feet) |
| 'Dis why I’m hot, real hot boy like I’m him |
| Thot’s in my spot, my momma think I’m pimpin' |
| Trappin' out my spot, neighbours keep on trippin' |
| Parked the car up in the kitchen how I’m whippin' (yeah) |
| Plugged in the socket ain’t sinked a dollar but they still ship |
| Walked in the spot with 50 bands they think it’s Christmas |