mhm (remix) Lyrics – Sgpwes
Singer: Sgpwes
Title: mhm (remix)
One and only
Zay Skills
I keep the stick on me at all times
n#gg# talk stupid, get hit with the nine
I told that lil’ b#tch to stop all that cryin’
That b#tch she know that she bad, and she fine
That n#gg# broke he dont wanna deny it
I cut these b#tches, I dont wait in line
Reload the pistol, it go in your eye
She wanna f#ck on the kid, cause im fire
Went to the store and I copped me some fire
My nina hits b#tches, I think that it’s bi
I f#ck on your b#tch, yeah, I’m breakin’ her spine
I be tellin’ the truth, yeah, she think I’m a lie
I get the money, I get it a lot
I get the coupe and i swerve off the lot
That n#gg# stupid, I call him a bot
She wanna f#ck me, I know she a bot
I will not cuff her, I know she a gnat
If he talk stupid, get smoked like a black
Dont like the weed, but I f#ck with the crack
Send me your song, and it go in the trash
These n#gg#s dissin’ on me, they all sad
He said he better than me, he gone mad
I hate my life, yeah I think ima crash
I get the bag, then I flip it, mhm
That’s your lil’ hoe, tryna kick it, mhm
Got a white hoe, her name Tiffany, mhm
I feel like Dami, Epiphany, mhm
Why the f#ck you tryna kiss me?, mhm
I can’t believe that she hit me, mhm
Kicked this hoe out of my state, mhm
That n#gg# broke I’m like really, mhm
Go for a lick then im baggin’ ya b#tch
Im finna run up a rack in this b#tch
Glock on me finna attack in this b#tch
[and no i aint talkin bout titan
I get the chop’ n#gg# i aint a fighter
Hit that lil boy up the second we sight em’
Chop’ really singing like its a recital
Yeah
He talkin’ down he get hit wit that fye fye
I got your b#tch suckin dick in the drop top
We cut that boy right in half like a crop top
Im makin money and you makin NADA
He said im broke and i told that boy NADA
That n#gg# hatin his pockets is flat
Not talkin football i run up a sack
Wouldnt wanna BIA man shout out to zach
She wanna know how much money i make and i told her “its none of your business”, mhm
That n#gg# was talking tough on the gram then we turned his whole hood to a witness, mhm
I call up johnny to ice out the chain and he made my whole neck really glisten, mhm
I know the opps watching every move so i need you to come here and listen, mhm
Diamonds so wet like i jumped out the lake
Run up on me then you twistin’ your fate
XD .45 finna knock off his face
[BLATT
Man you too loud, quiet down
Got a surpressor we take off the sound
I got a shooter to take off your crown
My pockets fat they like 800 pounds
But you aint hear that from me though
Walk in the party i ate that hoe out like im eating a bag of doritos
Talk out of line then we T’ing him upp, then we shoot like a technical free throw
Been getting racks bank account like im green, no i aint talkin about Cee-Lo
Hop in the whip and im pushin a button man none of my whips got a key tho
I mix the wock wit the Tris, mhm
She tried to give me a kiss, ughh
That b#tch she makin me sick, mhm
Got VVS on my wrist, mhm
Hop in the coupe and i push it, rrrr
Her booty feel like a cushion, rrrrr
In the cut smokin on cookie, mhm
Im shootin sh#t i aint lookin
I get the bag, then I flip it, mhm
That’s your lil’ hoe, tryna kick it, mhm
Got a white hoe, her name Tiffany, mhm
I feel like Dami, Epiphany, mhm
Why the f#ck you tryna kiss me?, mhm
I can’t believe that she hit me, mhm
Kicked this hoe out of my state, mhm
That n#gg# broke I’m like really, mhm
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