larry june – what’s hannin lyrics
[verse 1]
i’m banging
ochie wally what hannin
gehtto gospel i’m in the streest going platinum (worth a mil)
whats hannincatch me stylin’ in satin
bags and b-tches got my hoes speaking latin
gifting and gabbing jimmy choos in the trunk
check in the blade with the rice on thump (thump)
crew block party bet that sh-t’s going jump (we make it jump)
we run the the g been them n-gg-s a buck
joe in the vip
aye jae in the cut
big chine get the back end while we turn sh-t up (hey)
this how we live
not giving a f-ck
fast cash making money dancing and such (huh)
flash on snapping when i step on the scene
don’t stop clapping hoe they throwing the green (d-mn)
left hand slapping when i’m checking a trick (a check a what)
the holy mack we having church in this b-tch
[chorus]
i’m working a b-tch
you hurting a b-tch (what’s hannin)
(n-gg-s saving these hoes, n-gg-s where’s your standards)
i’m banking a hoe
you thanking the hoe (what’s hannin)
(n-gg- the streets is done)
i’m working a b-tch
you hurting a b-tch (what’s hannin)
(n-gg- the streets is done)
i’m banking a hoe
you thanking the hoe (sick of you n-gg-s)
[verse 2: aye jae]
aye baby just do what you told
walk into the room
shut your mouth
take off your clothes
b-tches taking souls
they just bend and touch they toes
to this sh-t i been exposed
in these skinny ripped jeans its just me and all my woes
i don’t save sh-t
unless its money
i’m on the same sh-t
wake up some mornings
it ain’t the same b-tch
still stuck in the same click
up for two days stuck in the same fit
moving like jordan when he had game 6
b-tch cut all the lame sh-t
we just need that paper by the weekend
that lil b-tch be tweaking
she be steady fallin’ in
might go off the deep end
asking for love she was reaching
i don’t trust it, i don’t cuff it
need some game b-tch i could teach it (ohhh)
(you know what it is btich)
(i need the lips on your face and below you waist)
(now lets motherf-cking make this thing shake)
[verse 3]
back in the days we use to get paid for thuggin’
but now we pimp b-tches cause its game or nothing
me & these n-gg-s ain’t the same he bluffin’
short pocket shawty plus his chains be huggin’
the showstopper got the eyes on me
i pull up on ya block i bet the trick want 3
the b-tch chose me
your b-tch od
you phony pimps need to be 6 feet deep
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