lirikcinta.com
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

mesh - ​hanz lyrics

Loading...

[hook: hater]
aye wassup b
you heard about this n*gga hanz?
i heard this n*gga on now and sh*t
i ain’t hatin or nothing but
i remember the n*gga from back in the day
n*gga used to stink
if we, if we really being honest i’m the one that taught that n*gga how to rap
if we really being real
sh*t
i just choose to be here, right here on the corners
you know
i don’t, i don’t forget where i’m from

[verse 1: hanz]
as i pour up the vino, she asking between sips
will her next man ever rap what he really lives?
cuz she got the the face that’ll send a whole thousand ships
bout 500 bloods, 500 crips
they say never switch lanes without your helmet
i say never wear helmut without the lang
outta pocket, i’m splurging at pf changs
then i take her back to prove i’m far from a saint
and if her new n*gga think its just rumors he hearing
i make his chalk outlines look like keith haring
the crime scene looking like the moma
mike going oj, with only one isotoner
oh i think she like me
took her to the lakeside, just so she could site see
i had saweeties on me before i got icy
i let these other rappers make you think you wifey
they never made em like me
[hook: hater]
nah i used to know the n*gga
n*gga shoes was dirty
t**th look dirty
you know im sayin’
he gets no b*tches
know im sayin’
we had to we had to talk to b*tches for that little n*gga
you know i’m sayin’
i guess he on now
you ain’t even gotta be that nice now
you ain’t even gotta be that nice

[verse 2: hanz]
woke up to sippin’ burundi with my two tamil women
the darjeeling is limited but never my pimpin’
if she ride it like a soldier she touching the ceiling
if she have my first seed, then she holding a million
put my yoko ono in that yamamoto
i style my shawty, then tell her take it off
birthday suit, yea she was born with that
i put her gifts back on, guess i was born to rap
i know you see it
the shine is frequent
i untuck it, it stop all that ki*ki*ing
z out in berlin, the layover in sweden
he pay rent in germany but the closet parisian
if i can pr*nounce the wine, then its olde english
either keep your hoe inside or n*gga don’t bring us
cuz i’m crashing the wedding and leaving with the bride
and the maid of honor too, in case i can’t decide
[hook: hater]
i used to do the music thing like you know im sayin’
you know now i’m tryin’ you know i heard he on spotify
apple music!
you know im sayin’
tidal
i’m like you don’t even know jay!
you dont know that n*gga
how on you tidal for??
how you even get there n*gga?
orale
hol up hol up who this?
hold on
ohhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh ha ha ha ha wassup!
ayo this my mans hanz i was tellin’ y’all n*ggas about
yo that’s my mans yo
yo yo these lil n*ggas disrespectful
yo come here! come here n*gga d*mn
let me hold a pack…
it’s on me bruh
don’t even, ha you feel me
how everything? good, you up?
everything good? sun moon and stars ahh cool
yeahh so what’s good
you know im recording and sh*t, i sent you i sent you my sh*t but i don’t know you know you busy
i understand you busy, you probably ain’t even see that sh*t

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular

Loading...