слова песни Saint Jhn - hermés freestyle
[intro]
whoa, whoa
i had way too much to drink, n-gga
[verse 1]
g-ssin’ up the porsche, yeah that b-tch she know
pullin’ out the driveway, that sh-t she want
sleeping with her heels on, that bedsheet war
a n-gga with the numbers, davinci code (i got it!)
ice on, girl what i need a ac for?
poppin’ b-tch, i can’t do no scary hoe
g-ssin’ up the porsche, yeah that b-tch she know
[chorus]
jesus h. christ, and the h is for hermès
b-tch jacked my porsche, but my license is learners
he got that bag-bag, we call that the furnace
can’t trust no b-tch that don’t know what a perm is
[verse 2]
jesus h. christ, and the h is for hublot
’88 stingray, i need that in two tone
who this? a new phone, i don’t got the roof on
silk on but rap like i trap out the group home (i got it!)
and a n-gga know i got it, so he gotta ask for it
started from the bottom, but i hit that fast forward
i told the b-tch “runnin’ through the life, go slow”
i told the b-tch “runnin’ through this life, go pro”
i’m baggin’ up the motherf-cking ounce, n-gga-oh
crack dust on the chanel f-cking pouch, n-gga-woah
and is that sh-t off-white you got on, oh no
that’s saint laurent, you should know better you hoe
d´ussé for the motherf-cking day
champagne for them b-tches with the soft skin
d´ussé for the motherf-cking day
i been flexin’ on them n-ggas, it’s exhausting
i’m swimmin’ all in the money, you should know
on my own, ain’t a n-gga that i owe (facts)
a n-gga dope, but be really never overdose
so hold me close, hold me close, hold me close
i’m in the way, n-gga 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, then repent
[chorus]
jesus h. christ, and the h is for hermès
b-tch jacked my porsche, but my license is learners
he got that bag-bag, we call that the furnace
can’t trust no b-tch, 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 had went down on both knees, that’s a amen
eyes look prussian, that p-ssy feel [?]
it’s the s, the l, i’m poppin’, can you tell?
a n-gga from the gutter playing [celine on chanel]
a uncle used to sell a [?] baggies [?]
my brother had it poppin’ on the corner with his scale
n-ggas just got on probation
shoutout to the mandem, eyy
pablo is my inspiration
broke drug dealers can’t understand them
never let a f-cking f-ck-n-gga talk reckless
never let a f-cking b-tch n-gga finish breakfast
never choose a f-cking honda accord over lexus
the short sighted b-tch tryna talk about perspectives
n-ggas know how i get it done (crazy, crazy)
n-gga ballin’ through the alley from the inbound
a f-ckboy when he hit the ground
i celebrate like we just found a quarter-pound
the tempo is the tempo, ball (bounce that sh-t hard)
i been cold from the intro, ball (bounce that sh-t hard)
you see me poppin’, now they wanna hover now
suck my whole d-ck, i hope you make your mother proud
[chorus]
jesus h. christ, and the h is for hermès
b-tch jacked my porsche, but my license is learners
he got that bag-bag, we call that the furnace
can’t trust no b-tch, that don’t know what a perm is
[outro]
jesus h. christ, and the h is for hublot
’88 stingray, i need that in two tone
who this? a new phone, i don’t got the roof on
silk on but rap like a trap by the group home
and n-ggas know [?]
i got them other n-ggas poppin’ on the floor
i tell the n-ggas all [?]
and n-ggas you don’t want to wait here for long
oh okay