Testo Hanky - SMIR
Testo della canzone Hanky (SMIR), tratta dall'album Nights Like These
Yeah uh, uh
Yeah uh, uh
Yeah uh, uh
Pull out shit (Yeah, uh)
Pull out the shit (Pull out the shit)
Pull out the shit (Pull out the fye)
Pull out the shit (Pull out the fye)
Pull out the shit (Pull out the fye)
Yeah, check my watch, iced out watch
Know the time (Yeah), let's get fried (Uh)
I can count up every time, they done lied
Pushed all the fakes to the side
They done fucked up with my high, ruined my vibe
And you know you can't fuck with moms
We aiming up for the top
We aiming up for the stars
And you know we living large
Bad lil bih thick body sumn like a Brabus
Yeah huh, she know I got status
Count up the cheese and count up the lettuce
Love it so much got a money fetish
Know I do this all the time
No it ain't shit to hop on a track and rhyme
She put the ice on my neck and my wrist
(My neck and my wrist, yeah)
I fuck with Monica, she my lil bih (Yeah)
(She my lil bih, yeah, yeah)
She keep playing with me like a hanky
My bih like Charlie shawty so fancy
She gon' be drippin' down through the panties
She gon' be drippin' (Yeah, but)
Damn that pussy be stankin' (Woo)
I ain't fuckin' hoe fuck is you thanking (What)
Hit maker, no blanking (Woo)
Shootin' shit, like tankin', ah
Bread winner I been bankin'
Cheech and Chong ain't no landing
High as shit we in Beijing
New assistant hired Asian, ah
I jus been stackin' that bank up
I jus been stackin' that paper (Fuck what you think)
Pussy boy get hit with lasers
Smokin' on multiple flavours
Yeah we gon' leave you with a stain
Yeah I feel the flare
And I'm going super saiyan yuh
You catch a fade fuck u sayin' yeah
You on the run like Usain yeah
Yeah we gon' leave you with a stain
Right on your top yeah your tank
I don't wanna talk with no lame, yeah
Yeah unless I'm getting paid, yeah
Yeah we gon' pull up with shit
Pull out the fye hang with them guys
Feeling like Yeat cause I'm 2 Alive
Run from the heat yeah you finna die
Yeah shawty won't you slide
Come my away I'm tryna get high witchu
Yeah I'm tryna vibe with you
I'm tryna get fly with you
In designer things
For you I'd never change
For you I'd cop that ring
Pull out shit
Pull out the shit, pull out the shit
Pull out, pull out the shit
Pull out, pull out the shit
Pull out the shit, pull out the shit
Pull out the fye, pull out the fye
Pull out the fye, pull out the fye
She keep playing with me like a hanky
My bih like Charlie shawty so fancy
She gon' be drippin' down through the panties
She gon' be drippin' (Yeah, but)
Damn that pussy be stankin' (Woo)
I ain't fuckin' hoe fuck is you thanking (What)
Hit maker, no blanking (Woo)
Shootin' shit, like tankin', ah
Bread winner I been bankin'
Cheech and Chong ain't no landing
High as shit we in Beijing
New assistant hired Asian, ah
I jus been stackin' that bank up
I jus been stackin' that paper (Fuck what you think)
Pussy boy get hit with lasers
Smokin' on multiple flavours
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