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Correct Hermés Freestyle Lyrics
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[Intro] Wow, wow I had way too much to drink nigga [Verse 1] Gassin' out the porsche, yeah that bitch she know Pullin' out the driveway, that shit she want Sleeping with her heels on, that bedsheet war A nigga with the numbers, DaVinci code Ice on, girl what I need a AC for? Poppin' Big Shaq, can't do no scary ho Gassin' out the porsche, yeah that bitch she know [Chorus] Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hermès Bitch jacked my porsche, but my licence is "learners" He got that bag-bag, we call that the "furnest" Can't trust no bitch, that don't know what a "perm" is [Verse 2] Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hublot 88 stingray i need that and 2 ton Who this? A new phone, i don't got the roof on Silk on but rap, like I trap out the group home And even though i got a city-girl ass i want Started from the bottom, but i hit that fast-foward I told the bitch "Runnin' through the life, go slow" I told the bitch "Runnin' through this life, go pro" I'm jackin' up the motherfucking ounce, nigga-oh Crack dust on the Chanel fucking pouch, nigga-woah And this the shit off-white you got on, oh no Saint Laurent you should know better you hoe D´ussé for the motherfucking day Champagne for them bitches with the soft skin D´ussé for the motherfucking day I been flexin' on them niggas, it's exhausting Swimmin' all in the money, you should know On my own, ain't a nigga that I owe (facts) A nigga dope, but be really never overdose So hold me close, hold me close, hold me close I'm in the way, nigga feel on my skin And might just get a purse, it depends Ain't looking for no love-girl I wanna friend I told her first, she should swallow and repeat [Chorus] Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hermès Bitch jacked my porsche, but my licence is "learners" He got that bag-bag, we call that the "furnest" Can't trust no bitch, that don't know what a "perm" is [Verse 3] Michael B. Jordan, with the B that's for Balmain We not the same, 'till the penthouse in your name She hair went down on both knees, thats a amen Eyes look perussian, that pussy feel [?] It's the S, the L, im popping', can you tell? A nigga from the gutter played [Celine on Chanel] A uncle used to sell a [?] baggies [?] My brother had it poppin' on the corner with his scale Niggas just got on probation Shoutout to the man dem, eyy Pablo is my inspiration Broke drug dealer's can't understand them Never let a fucking fuck-nigga talk reckless Never let a fucking bitch-nigga finish breakfast Never choose a fucking honda accord over lexus The short-sided bitch tryna' talk about perspectives Niggas know I get it done Nigga ballin' through the alley from the inbound A fuckboy when he hit the ground I celebrate like we just found a quarter-pound The tempo is the tempo, ball I been cold from the intro, ball You see me poppin' [?] Suck my whole dick, I hope you make your mother proud [Chorus] Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hermès Bitch jacked my porsche, but my licence is "learners" He got that bag-bag, we call that the "furnest" Can't trust no bitch, that don't know what a "perm" is [Outro] Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hublot 88 stingray i need that and 2 ton Who this? A new phone, i don't got the roof on Silk on beret, like a trap by the group-on And niggas know [?] I got them other niggas poppin' on the floor I tell the niggas all [?]
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