HIM Lyrics – Thouxanbanfauni
Singer: Thouxanbanfauni
Title: 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 sh#t 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
Walkеd in the spot with 50 bands they think it’s Christmas
Living lavish, n#gg#s don’t evеn blemish
Talking ’bout static, hell nah can’t dismiss it
sh#t look tragic, your partner how we hit him
sh#t these n#gg#s 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 f#cking 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 sh#t can’t be pretending
Y’all best friend a rat, he pointed his finger towards the b#tches
Ay these n#gg#s rat’s, mouse’s blood on n#gg#s trippin’
Ain’t tryna do no business with ya n#gg# keep your distance
These n#gg#s killing ’bout these b#tches swear they keep it pimpin’
I’m out in Cali’, Bali, n#gg#, smoking Scotty Pippen
Shoutout Chris Clizzy, your n#gg# 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 sh#t 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
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