c-mack - i'm him lyrics
[chorus]
like your granny in a casket dead fresh as a b+tch
a peppermint don’t get no fresher than this
i got a pocket full of money and some pressure to twist
don’t even smoke, i just do that for the scent
girl i’m him (god d+mn it, i’m fresh to death)
count money, get paid ya baby daddy throwing shade
‘cuz i’m him (god d+mn it, i’m fresh to death)
girl all i’m trying do is ball, i ain’t worried at all
‘cuz i’m him
[verse 1]
walk in the room when they see me
i’m hd like tv
your girlfriend’s a groupie
pull up like an uber, beep+beep
we skrrt+skrrt like gt
back of the room she three geeked
she likе the view on peachtree
shе finna leak like nene
she take off her pants
baby don’t ruin your chance
beat it like sticks on a can
i’m finna slam
i’m here doing the dance
now she s like “ouuu” i’m the man (ouuu, i’m the man?)
baby like “you is the guy”
baby girl you never lie
i am too fly
she tell me “if i get lucky, i’d turn into you when i die”
[pre+chorus]
i’ve been fresh since a jit, i’m as fresh as it gets
i’m always fresh to death, i be resting in drip
i don’t even got to try, i’m talking effortless sh+t
you n+ggas get a e for effort, you ain’t effing with this
and you could never ever be the definition of this
i’m too defined and too refined, that evidence fits
my level of reverence is up where heaven should sit
and this fit fire as h+ll, i’m talking devilish sh+t
[chorus]
like your granny in a casket dead fresh as a b+tch
a peppermint don’t get no fresher than this
i got a pocket full of money and some pressure to twist
don’t even smoke, i just do that for the scent
girl i’m him (god d+mn it, i’m fresh to death)
count money, get paid ya baby daddy throwing shade
‘cuz i’m him (god d+mn it, i’m fresh to death)
girl all i’m trying do is ball, i ain’t worried at all
‘cuz i’m him
[verse 2]
walk in the room they spot me
straight to the punch like rocky
more then a man i might be
mack mizzle anunnaki
b+tch this big drip this not cheap
and ain’t sh+t low this high+key
you think that hoe your main hit
i flipped that b+tch like jacques
she knowing the man
sorry to ruin your plans
i’m with your boo in a van
doing the dance
she in chewing my mans
lil b+tch threw out her pants (threw out her pants)
she telling me she don’t need them
i know just what i’mma feed her
what ‘bout your man
she tellin’ me she’ll delete him
just long as i never leave her
[pre+chorus]
i’ve been fresh since a jit, i’m as fresh as it gets
i’m always fresh to death, i be resting in drip
i don’t even got to try, i’m talking effortless sh+t
you n+ggas get a e for effort, you ain’t effing with this
and you could never ever be the definition of this
i’m too defined and too refined, that evidence fits
my level of reverence is up where heaven should sit
and this fit fire as h+ll, i’m talking devilish sh+t
[chorus]
like your granny in a casket dead fresh as a b+tch
a peppermint don’t get no fresher than this
i got a pocket full of money and some pressure to twist
don’t even smoke, i just do that for the scent
girl i’m him (god d+mn it, i’m fresh to death)
count money, get paid ya baby daddy throwing shade
‘cuz i’m him (god d+mn it, i’m fresh to death)
girl all i’m trying do is ball, i ain’t worried at all
‘cuz i’m him
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