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hansum homie – anoint me lyrics

[intro: hansum homie]
it’s lit mafia
yo it’s hansum

[hook]
ya niggas on point
roll another joint
pockets down to the floor i said
come over and anoint me nigga
why cause i’ve never been bigger
got your homies on the way
till i pull on the trigger

[verse 1]
then the queen drop down
and my rook take your knight
think you’re sleeping sound till you see my headlights
i be k!lling this shit
till i knock you in a fight
then i realize that i’m still just white
but i steal your b-tch
and i fuck your hoe
before you even know it yeah you been ko’ed
park your lambo in a fire lane
b-tch get towed
swear a nigga ain’t a nigga if he isn’t made of gold

[hook]
ya niggas on point
roll another joint
pockets down to the floor i said
come over and anoint me nigga
why cause i’ve never been bigger
got your homies on the way
till i pull on the trigger

[verse 2]
now i take this track and i throw it all away
why do i do it cause i never been a fan of being g-y
throwing all this money
though my shit is getting hate
i take it back i know this time i’m getting all my niggas laid
pull the rabbit out the hat like that
when i go on the attack you know there ain’t no going back
cause i’m coming at you fast
like a baseball off a bat
tell your niggas you’re a rat
cause you know that your -ss is done — you’re done
you know i’m in it for the fun
all the traitors and the haters gonna choke up on my gun
you know a girl good for lickin’
you know what else a girl good for than lickin’ be d-ckin’
i swear my b-tch like it hot
when i’m eating up the pussy swear all i can taste is chicken
i hit the strip club a lot
want them titties get them fitties in my hand and get to flickin’

[hook]
ya niggas on point
roll another joint
pockets down to the floor i said
come over and anoint me nigga
why cause i’ve never been bigger
got your homies on the way
till i pull on the trigger

[verse 3]
i waste yo’
money till i run out can’t afford my soda nor my chips and mother fucking queso
i lace yo’
drink until i see you out and out when you look like you’re floating out in outer space yo
i taste yo’
b-tch’s pussy every night she mexican so i resolve to pay her all in pesos
you big nose
nigga think you fuck with me in fifa when i have the better team with all the pace though

[verse 4]
all the niggas know me by my fucking real name
if you don’t know what is, homie you ain’t in my flex gang
got stacks to the ceiling filled g’s in my cellar
kept under lock and key by my guard helen keller
and you know what we talking ’bout because you know
my niggas on point
had the game played
but you wanna get fade
with my niggas running all around they wanna get paid
yeah i get it every day
yeah i get a nigga lame
throw a nigga in plane
fly him ‘way to where he came
you know i know i’m gonna do it
when they come around i shoot it
finna throw a game but win it
get a record imma spin it
get a seat up in the senate
told my homies and i meant it
we ain’t never gonna spend it

[hook]
on point
roll another joint
pockets down to the floor i said
come over and anoint me nigga
why cause i’ve never been bigger
got your homies on the way
till i pull on my trigger

- hansum homie lyrics

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