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Him - Co cash & Yo Gotti Lyrics

By: Admin | Artist: C co cash yo gotti | Published: 2024-22-09T06:35:19:00+07:00

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[intro: co cash]
([?])
ayy, so i just went and took some more time to reflect in the mirror and sh*t
lookin’ at all the ice ’round my motherf*ckin’ neck
it’s just like that sh*t cl!cked, that motherf*cker lit

[chorus: co cash]
young n*gga poppin’ sh*t, ballin’, they callin’ him poppa
b*tch ain’t touch the ball on the ‘gram
bankroll in pocket, that drank made me move a lil’ wobbly
so i might walk with a limp
i keep the .40 on me, i might shoot from the three
guess that’s why they compare me to kemp
just bought a glee on the back, it’s a box
you get shot before you even make an attempt
i’m a big fish in this water
the b*tch left with me ‘causе she say that her n*gga’s a shrimp
just wanted to hit for thе moment, ain’t spendin’ sh*t on ya
i’m sendin’ you right back to him
you got a pretty lil’ face and a body but, baby, that sh*t doesn’t make you exempt
ho, what you thought it was? told that lil’ b*tch that i’m him, you too busy f*ckin’ with them

[verse 1: co cash]
b*tch, i’m that man, i’m that n*ggasi’m serious
n*ggas can’t f*ck with me, period
i’m in liberia rockin’ amiri, they made with expensive material
i might turn this exotic glock into a throwaway, f*ck it, let’s scratch off the serial
couple hundred on my jewelry, bet not get near it or they gonna be missin’ ’em dearly
we gotta keep it discreet, b&b or the suite, b*tch, you know you can’t come to the spot
don’t put my trust in no ho and if ever go, can’t let it be ’cause of a thot
you thought it was sweet and i get it, i’m somethin’ like a critic
i’m already peepin’ the plot
f*ck it, let’s make it a film, that beam like a lens, i’m makin’ sure i get the shot
b*tches say they love the way a young n*gga be dressin’, i’m rockin’ expensive aesthetics
if i’m feelin’ threatened, you can get bussed like i’m bidness but i never been in athletics
cut him off soon as i feel like a n*gga gon’ tell it
that friendly sh*t, gotta dead it
told him before the committee, gon’ stand on the business but i gotta make him respect it
[chorus: co cash]
young n*gga poppin’ sh*t, ballin’, they callin’ him poppa
b*tch ain’t touch the ball on the ‘gram
bankroll in pocket, that drank made me move a lil’ wobbly
so i might walk with a limp
i keep the .40 on me, i might shoot from the three
guess that’s why they compare me to kemp
just bought a glee on the back, it’s a box
you get shot before you even make an attempt
i’m a big fish in this water
the b*tch left with me ’cause she say that her n*gga’s a shrimp
just wanted to hit for the moment, ain’t spendin’ sh*t on ya
i’m sendin’ you right back to him
you got a pretty lil’ face and a body but, baby, that sh*t doesn’t make you exempt
ho, what you thought it was? told that lil’ b*tch that i’m him, you too busy f*ckin’ with them

[verse 2: yo gotti]
she talk to her friend ’bout a n*gga she met, i’m him
you wanna save her, that ho ain’t exempt
i keep that .40, shawn kemp
she f*ckin’ a boss, i must be him
flawless diamonds, this ain’t them
he got flaws, i’m not him
the way i be rockin’, the sh*t i be puppin’
i’m k!llin’ you n*gga murder attempt
for the record no f*ck with exempt
yeah, it’s up there, stuck to the blimp
she like lobster, shrimp (scampi), i like pasta
n*gga, i’m a monster, nothin’ but millionaires on my roster
see a f*ck n*gga, we may rob ’em
don’t need the money, it’s for the principle
f*ck n*ggas think that they ass is invisible
see you n*ggas through cartiers
me and my plug just parted ways
we got some money, a lot of days
lot of money, lot of jewels, yeah, decades
you owe the jeweler, i am not him
own my sh*t, got the titles and whips
this not a rental, own the house and the land
i’m really gettin’ money, quit playin’
[chorus: co cash]
young n*gga poppin’ sh*t, ballin’, they callin’ him poppa
b*tch ain’t touch the ball on the ‘gram
bankroll in pocket, that drank made me move a lil’ wobbly
so i might walk with a limp
i keep the .40 on me, i might shoot from the three
guess that’s why they compare me to kemp
just bought a glee on the back, it’s a box
you get shot before you even make an attempt
i’m a big fish in this water
the b*tch left with me ’cause she say that her n*gga’s a shrimp
just wanted to hit for the moment, ain’t spendin’ sh*t on ya
i’m sendin’ you right back to him
you got a pretty lil’ face and a body but, baby, that sh*t doesn’t make you exempt
ho, what you thought it was? told that lil’ b*tch that i’m him, you too busy f*ckin’ with them

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