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angelo mota - hermés (feat. erick lottary) lyrics

what you need, what you need yeah yeah
what you need, what you need yeah yeah
what you need, what you need yeah yeah
what you need, what you need yeah yeah

wassup, wassup, got more hits than usher
police pulled me over with my burner, can i trust her?
if i was the president, i’d smoke before the presser
smoking pressure, i can’t learn my lesson
i can’t take like no more questions, get the f+ck up out my section
get to shteppin, martin in my presence
black excеllence, yeah, i should covеr essence
we gon’ bring the smoke until it’s ash, then we catch ‘em

mr. w++++, what did you mean by that?
ay man look, to be honest, i’m just here so i don’t get fined
but it do get the people going though

hear the dial tone, trappin’ out the brownstone
met her at the radisson and jet back to the townhomes
in my house shoes i hit, i hit milestones
heard they did a blitz, but they missed, you shoulda tried harder
what you call a dish, isn’t sh+t, it’s my side order
iced out the wrist and she p+ssed i ain’t got time for her
i don’t throw a diss, i throw clips out the convoy
bet that fix your face real quick like a contour
i just put my hermés on, let’s link
tryna put her girlfriends on, that’s fine with me
they want me play the same d+mn song every week
why i play the same d+mn song every week?
i just put my hermés on, let’s link
tryna put her girlfriends on, that’s fine with me
they want me play the same d+mn song every week
why i play the same d+mn song every week?

ass phat wit’ the bee stings
got her off the riesling
know she got the memo like i cc’d, oh
i see you don’t shop at bebe
know that p+ssy clean clean
yes indeed, she know i’m a neat freak too
rip to all the seats, that sh+t been packin’ out
i’m back in town, before we even meet b+tch you should ask around, aye
left my wallet cause the wad don’t fit up in it
know that always did my talking
know that always made me different, oh
b+tch i pull up reppin’, throw my setting
disrespect is always met with me correcting
know your placement, boy that pace ain’t how i’m runnin’
i can tell if you ain’t done it, turn my back when i see frontin’, aye
she ain’t got my number, she be living in my dm
i leave all them sh+ts on read, in her feelings by the weekend
she be peepin’ early morning how i treat it, i be leavin’ while she still asleep
like “why you being weird?” she say, “why you being weird to me?”
i just put my hermés on, let’s link
tryna put her girlfriends on, that’s fine with me
they want me play the same d+mn song every week
why i play the same d+mn song every week?
i just put my hermés on, let’s link
tryna put her girlfriends on, that’s fine with me
they want me play the same d+mn song every week
why i play the same d+mn song every week?

- angelo mota lyrics

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