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anoyd - himmy fallon lyrics

[verse 1]
it’s him, the last one to leave out the gym
the shoulder cold like december the 10th
give me flowers without snipping the stem
my b+lls hanging like the pendulum swing, i’m a alien like invader zim
goodbye, my peace of mind’s on a time limit
rooftop liquor store, i’m in high spirits
we have god in us so he always guiding us
the method is all i need so you better oblige n+gga
my love for it unconditional right?
never been a boneless n+gga i’m traditional like
i’m tappеd from the trenches to thе liberal whites
i’m ya chairman so that mean you gotta sit on this flight
it’s him, him carrey, himmy kimmel, himmy fallon, him scary
they jack it but i’m just warming up, no brent barry
i’m never done sinning i never said sincerely
i’m the definition of him, one pant leg up while i sit on the rim
i never quit on a whim, so imma get me a win
i’m fitted for this, don’t get curved like i’m bending the brim, it’s him

[chorus]
this is for my ace boon coon like
mama showed us manners but i always been a rude boy
i did my two wrongs and that’s too right
so when they see me yeah they whisper when they talk
oh that’s him
they whisper when they talk
oh that’s him
walk in and you gotta tell yo friend
got his city on me do you got a pen?
oh that’s him
[verse 2]
look, i know a lot of people wanna see me fail
cause i got bad women flying into bdl
talking all natural ass, no bbl
to carry round that load you need a cdl
i’m him hardaway, do you need details?
you fall for what’s in store you won’t need [?]
sticking to the code like it’s tml
staying on track, i can’t be derailed

[verse 3]
this wicked, flow vicious, all hits, no misses
so different, ben a wallace, old piston
a cold n+gga, sam l., pulp fiction
life ain’t have to give me lemons, i grow citrus
address me like a prince call me your himness
rude boy, ol rudy, no lil richard
metal toe boots i can still kick it
and you gon have to deal with it
i lost myself, then found myself, then lost myself again
gave a arm and leg and never got a helping hand
they spotted me in the wild like leopard print
with all this love you can’t estimate with measurement
they threw tomatoes at my concert when i begin
i been baking for a while time to let us in
if they ask who made this sandwich you can say it’s him
you ain’t love me before ain’t no time to make amends, it’s him

- anoyd lyrics

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