Hermés Freestyle Lyrics
[Intro]
Wow, wow
I had way too much to drink nigga
[Verse 1]
Gassin' out the porsche, yeah that bitch she know
Pullin' out the driveway that shit she want
Sleeping with her heels on, that bedsheet war
A nigga with the numbers, DaVinci code
Ice on, girl what I need a AC for?
Poppin' Big Shaq, can't do no scary
Gassin' out the porsche, yeah that bitch she know
[Chorus]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hermès
Bitch jacked my porsche, but my licence is "learners"
He got that bag-bag, we call that the "furnest"
Can't trust no bitch, that don't know what a "perm" is
[Verse 2]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hublot
80 [?] i need that in 2 ton
Who this? A new phone, i don't got the roof on
Silk on beret, like a trap by the group-on
And even though i got a city-girl ass i want
Started from the bottom, but i hit that fast-foward
I told the bitch "Runnin' through the life, go slow"
I told the bitch "Runnin' through this life, go pro"
I'm jackin' up the motherfucking ounce, nigga-oh
Crack dust on the Chanel fucking pouch, nigga-woah
And this the shit off-white you got on, oh no
[?] you should know better you hoe
D´ussé for the motherfucking day
Champagne for them bitches with the soft skin
D´ussé for the motherfucking day
I been flexin' on them niggas, its exhausting
Swimmin' all in the money, you should know
On my own, ain't a nigga that I owe (facts)
A nigga dope, but be really never overdose
So hold me close, hold me close, hold me close
I'm in the way, nigga feel on my skin
And my jizz get a [?] depends
Ain't looking for no love, girl I wanna friend
I told the [?], she should swallow and repeat
[Chorus]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hermès
Bitch jacked my porsche, but my licence is "learners"
He got that bag-bag, we call that the "furnest"
Can't trust no bitch, 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 hair went down on both knees, thats a amen
Eyes look perussian, that pussy feel [?]
It's the S, the L, im popping', can you tell?
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A nigga from the gutter played [Celine on Chanel]
A uncle used to sell a [?] baggies [?]
My brother had it poppin' on the corner with his scale
Niggas just got on probation
Shoutout to the [?], eyy
Pablo is my inspiration
Broke drug dealer's can't understand them
Never let a fucking fuck-nigga [?] wreckage
Never let a fucking bitch-nigga finish breakfast
Never choose a fucking 100 [?] over [?]
The short-sided bitch tryna' talk about perspectives
Niggas know I get it done
Nigga ballin' through the alley from the inbound
A fuckboy when he hit the ground
I celebrate like we just found a quarter-pound
The tempo is the tempo, ball
I been cold from the [?], ball
You see me poppin' [?]
Suck my whole dick, I hope you make your mother proud
[Chorus]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hermès
Bitch jacked my porsche, but my licence is "learners"
He got that bag-bag, we call that the "furnest"
Can't trust no bitch, that don't know what a "perm" is
[Outro]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hublot
80 [?] i need that in 2 ton
Who this? A new phone, i don't got the roof on
Silk on beret, like a trap by the group-on
And niggas know [?]
I got them other niggas poppin' on the floor
I tell the niggas all [?]
