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himothy - quavo lyrics

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d*mn, son, where′d you find this?
ever since yrn, i’ve been talkin′ my sh*t, n*gga
been led up, been chained up, n*gga

this sh*t don’t change us, n*gga
we’ve been through a lot of f*ck sh*t, n*gga
but we gon′ change back, just like this, n*gga (yeah)

let me get my sh*t together, i got a jugg to catch (jugg)
f*ck n*gga always sayin′ we together want to be apart of the flex (sh*t)
y’all n*ggas outside tellin′ on somethin’, makin′ citizens arrest (woo)
i told the gang, “we gon’ eat forever”i′ll never let ’em starve to death” (forever)

quavo, how you manifest? ’cause i′m him in the flesh (him)
in the same breath i can show ′em how to scam american express (swipe)
i’m tired of you talkin′ ’bout him (i′m tired), please, let my nephew rest (please)
since ain’t n0body doin′ nothin’, sh*t, f*ck it, all of ’em gettin′ pressed (brr)

shut it down, baby shut it down, huncho, shut it down, it′s a mess
lil’ bitty b*tch want me hit it and take her to pound town, meet me at ups
don′t come around it, if you stand down, since you stand down, get a check
got this sh*t out the mud, lil’ n*gga, if i get low, sh*t, i′m makin’ it stretch

drop*dead fresh like the met, yeah them n*ggas was at the met
cold sweat geeking on a jet, high as f*ck geeking, sh*t
every night, i pray my n*ggas don′t call collect (brr)
havin’ plenty of dog sh*t, go dmx (d*mn, son)

i’m goin′ all gold bottles, i′m the north side shawn carter (qua z)
i didn’t take the marta, ′cause it didn’t go to jimmy carter (nah)
trappin′ smarter, not harder, scammin’ wells fargo in a charger (skrrt)
want me to show you how to get to the top? n*gga, should′ve met me at the bottom (for real)

i’ll never fall out with a n*gga or a b*tch over instagram followers
i call all the instagram models, tell ’em “let′s take a trip to cabo” (carbo)
sh*t, i′m poppin’ my sh*t like “hey, mama, call me johnny bravo” (mama)
yeah, bulletproof the tahoe, b*tch, in the man, macho (macho)

jump out the gym, n*gga, we all trim, makin′ a movie ain’t sh*t but film
bad b*tches gon flood my vip (bad), he havin′ so much sh*t with him (sh*t)
please, do not play with him, got shooters in the crib they stay with him (him)
check in my safe for m (m), yeah, please, go play them

i’ma go and say it, n*ggas can′t f*ck with ya man (nah)
think i’m goin’ somewhere? h*ll, nah, n*gga, i′m stuck with my fans (yeah)
i put blood, sweat and tears, p*ssy get laid for the brand (laid)
all these cards i′ve been dealt n*gga can’t play with my hand, p*ssy

everybody know that i′m him (him)
everybody know that i’m him (i′m him)
everybody know that i’m him (himothy)
everybody know that i′m him (him)
check the scout report (scout)
everybody know that i’m him (him)
ask your b*tch, of course (himothy)
she gon’ tell you i′m him (himothy)

everybody know that i′m him (i’m him)
everybody know that i′m him (i’m himothy)
everybody know that i′m him (himothy)
everybody know that i’m him (him)
check the scout report (scout)
everybody know that i′m him (him)
ask your b*tch, of course (himothy)
she gon’ tell you i’m him (himothy)

- quavo lyrics

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