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robb bank$ – himothy lyrics

himothy lyrics
[verse 1:]
mwah
happy hour, sending shots
infrared, b+tch, connect the dots
machine gun on me, megan fox
smack a n+gga, i’m [?]
mob ties, never wore no tux
[?] 50, i just slowed your pulse
mary+kate, better throw that up
when i look in her eyes, i can tell she can f+ck
yeah, choppa sing 4 ways like jodeci
baby, get a load of me
i need ya to open your mouth, take a load of me
i’m slippery, they can’t get ahold of me
everything i do is hot, they blow on me
i take the mask off, you know it’s me
yeah, fem, dem (phew)
n+gga, i’m him (mwah)
i had to shoot that n+gga, he was talkin
i was money mitch, and they get pay nothin
feelin like x, all the money got longer
and i [?], but i ain’t uzi vert (sset)
f+ckin on your b+tch, she took a hold of me
hit from the back cause her face kinda ugly
you shot and you missed, n+gga, nah, you a flunky
this sh+t get disgruntled, you play with my money (mwah)
[?], i’m bad to the bone
smokin on al capones, feeling like al capone
make your b+tch gimme dome, yeah, she swallow it whole
got her suckin out each and every chromosome
i had to f+ck with n+ggas i knew was hoes
i had the pistol whenever n+ggas froze
i had to wife b+tches i knew was hoes
had to get my bros, yeah, they brought it back home
[hook]
fem, dem
n+gga, i’m him
yeah, fem, dem, yeah
n+gga, i’m him
yeah, fem, dem, yeah
n+gga, i’m him
yeah, fem, yeah
mwah, mwah, mwah, n+gga, i’m him
check my energy
yeah, should have named me himothy
b+tch, is you gettin me?
i refer as him, but i’m still talkin me
yeah, i’m the big him, with the tool (yeah)
bad b+tch by the pool (yeah)
dictate how they do it (yeah)
b+tch, i feel like him jung+un

[verse 2:]
any n+gga want some, b+tch, they can get some
i put a gun in your hand, better k!ll somethin’
i take the condom off, i need to feel somethin’
put a hit on you if a n+gga catch somethin’ (yeah)
i’m drinking actavis, you drinking [?]
got a whole pint, but i still ain’t sell none
i’ll 69 with these hoes, but i don’t tell nothin’
fla n+gga, still imma drill somethin’
aye, since 2, since 4, since 8, since 16, grew up a real one
these n+ggas cap, i’ll peel somethin’
if i get caught, i’ll appeal somethin’
n+ggas rats, they tell somethin’
i’m the horseman, with the head off
i’m slidin’ tesla, but no musk
with the doors up, letting lead off (mwah)
devilman, cry ’bout it
k!ll ’bout it
lie ’bout it
charge up, alive ’bout it
shoot my .5 ’bout it
k!llin em dead, make sure that they die ’bout it
audemar, rolex, still ain’t got tom ford
i got a .45 on me, gunnin’
bodies on all of us, b+tch, we thuggin’
i got a blonde b+tch i met in london
she super bad, stole your boo, mclovin (n+gga, i’m+)
big thuggin’, wrist bussin’
fist bussin’, neck bussin’
f+ckin on your b+tch from the front, got her bustin’
put two fingers in her, now she a fountain
i let her climb on that d+ck like a mountain
she said she scared of the heights, but she ride it
she said “i’m proud of you,” b+tch, why you lying?
f+cked you and your friend, i had to choose violence
ha, ha, ha, ha
yeah
[hook]
fem, dem
n+gga, i’m him
yeah, fem, dem, yeah
n+gga, i’m him
yeah, fem, dem, yeah
n+gga, i’m him
yeah, fem, yeah
mwah, mwah, mwah, n+gga, i’m him
check my energy
yeah, should have named me himothy
b+tch, is you gettin me?
i refer as him, but i’m still talkin me
yeah, i’m the big him, with the tool (yeah)
bad b+tch by the pool (yeah)
dictate how they do it (yeah)
b+tch, i feel like him jung+un (mwah)

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