paroles de chanson Him (feat. Esei) - K.M.O

Up now feelin' like him (ha)
Blunt rolled up with my sins (ha)
Racks been stuck in that gym (ha)
And I got plaques up under my brim
From a place where these niggas never wanna see ya win
Gang up doe
On the penthouse with a 10 and then she coco
Something in the cup, got me movin' real slow-mo slow-mo, slow-mo, slow-mo

Up in the Eve, havin' chronic conversations with the moon and the stars
Triple digits on my dash, movin' too fast, but I'm goin' far
Paper comin' in real nice, yeah, I like that Yeah, I like that

Records getting spins flights comin' in, back-to-back, we build an empire up, go from rats to racks
We got a lot of hits inside the circle, plaques and plaques
I took a road that once you enter, you cannot retract
Had a girl all on my head, always come bringing me stress
I left that bitch in the past, can't waste no time on no gnat
I fell in love with the racks, the racks, the racks, the racks
Got a bag, but to the world, a nigga was Casper
Ducked off, gettin' one with the matter, now I'm poppin' out
Bigger and better

Up now feelin' like him (ha)
Blunt rolled up with my sins (ha)
Racks been stuck in that gym (ha)
And I got plaques up under my brim
From a place where these niggas never wanna see ya win
Gang up doe
On the penthouse with a 10 and then she coco
Something in the cup, got me movin' real slow-mo Slow-mo, slow-mo, slow-mo

Okay, no faking swear I really feel like himothy
Give me brains and a whip, call me John F. Kennedy
The flow be Dr. Evil, instrumental be my mini-me
We might just hit his folks, fuck nigga, it's just my kin in me
I'm like, wait, are you kidding me? Nah, I like abortions
They tryna change my name sake my signature, they forging
Ironic, we be hittin' citizens inside the foreigns
And I can't chase no bitch, cause I ain't tryna crease my Jordan's
Shoutout DC to Don, yeah, the vvs, they shine

I ain't never meet in your mind, cause I feel so divine
And my time is so precious, dick up in her intestine
I'm always winning, why the fuck would I try to count up my blessings

Up now feelin' like him (ha)
Blunt rolled up with my sins (ha)
Racks been stuck in that gym (ha)
And I got plaques up under my brim
From a place where these niggas never wanna see ya win
Gang up doe
On the penthouse with a 10 and then she coco
Something in the cup, got me movin' real slow-mo Slow-mo, slow-mo, slow-mo