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Glenn Island - Hiroki Freestyle/Gold Chain Lyrics



Glenn Island - Hiroki Freestyle/Gold Chain Lyrics




Pockets getting swole
Blue boy wearing all that indigo
Visvim on my feet
F.I.L. me
Getting cheese yuh yadadamean
Bitch I'm fly like a parrot
Steeze too cold it's apparent
CDG Homme on me
Want me a Latina shorty
Motherf*ck a wall
Man this shit a shame
Don't like the right at all
Put on for the DSA
I'm a socialist motherf*cker, but I ain't no broke boy
You fake edgy with Thrasher that ain't fashion bitch I'm annoyed
Yeah, yeah I want me neck
If I got consent
I'm a bust right here
She said oh yeah? bet
Won't say that my dick big cuz it ain't
Girly think she cool but she plain
This one for my woadies acting rowdy
Got my paper up feel like Hiroki

Hiroki, Hiroki Hiroki, Hiroki
Hiroki, Hiroki Hiroki, Hiroki
Man I'm toking dolo
Dressed in a kimono
Old Americana
Copped from Mr.Porter

Hiroki, Hiroki Hiroki, Hiroki
Hiroki, Hiroki Hiroki, Hiroki
Feel like John Mayer
Slightly funny guy
All my shit rare
All my bitches bi

You telling me that I changed
Only change is now I got the gold chain
I up my steeze, yeah I upped my steeze
It's cold out here it's negative 40 degrees
I'm so alone, I'm just toking at my home
Wish one of my old girls would just hit my phone
Wonder why you don't talk to me, why you ignoring me
Don't you know I'm important, bitch
Suicoke sandals like I'm Moses
F*ck a goofy f*ck an opp
These demons never taking off
About that action I don't wanna talk
Get out my face I don't wanna talk
All of my women are geeks
All of my women are freaks
None of my women are run of the mil
2019 I'll run off with a mil
Trying go hard like I'm off a dick pill
I don't know if anything real
Tell me what the f*ck is real
Tell me what the f*ck is real
Big shit popping now, girly pop that pussy out
I can make you high fashion
Look your ex man still at Pac Sun
Catch me with the Pax son, I got all the smoke
Look If you don't know, well now you know

Spend bout two grand for this shorty that was easy
Never had to ever toke up on brick weed or midgie, yeah
You could've had my kids, see
But now you lost your chance the way you just did me

This could've been you shaking this ass for this cash, yeah
This could've been you shaking this ass for this cash, yeah

Don't you regret it
Don't you regret it
Don't you regret it
Don't you regret it

You broke my heart
You broke my heart
You broke my heart
You broke my heart
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Pockets getting swole
Blue boy wearing all that indigo
Visvim on my feet
F.I.L. me
Getting cheese yuh yadadamean
Bitch I'm fly like a parrot
Steeze too cold it's apparent
CDG Homme on me
Want me a Latina shorty
Motherf*ck a wall
Man this shit a shame
Don't like the right at all
Put on for the DSA
I'm a socialist motherf*cker, but I ain't no broke boy
You fake edgy with Thrasher that ain't fashion bitch I'm annoyed
Yeah, yeah I want me neck
If I got consent
I'm a bust right here
She said oh yeah? bet
Won't say that my dick big cuz it ain't
Girly think she cool but she plain
This one for my woadies acting rowdy
Got my paper up feel like Hiroki

Hiroki, Hiroki Hiroki, Hiroki
Hiroki, Hiroki Hiroki, Hiroki
Man I'm toking dolo
Dressed in a kimono
Old Americana
Copped from Mr.Porter

Hiroki, Hiroki Hiroki, Hiroki
Hiroki, Hiroki Hiroki, Hiroki
Feel like John Mayer
Slightly funny guy
All my shit rare
All my bitches bi

You telling me that I changed
Only change is now I got the gold chain
I up my steeze, yeah I upped my steeze
It's cold out here it's negative 40 degrees
I'm so alone, I'm just toking at my home
Wish one of my old girls would just hit my phone
Wonder why you don't talk to me, why you ignoring me
Don't you know I'm important, bitch
Suicoke sandals like I'm Moses
F*ck a goofy f*ck an opp
These demons never taking off
About that action I don't wanna talk
Get out my face I don't wanna talk
All of my women are geeks
All of my women are freaks
None of my women are run of the mil
2019 I'll run off with a mil
Trying go hard like I'm off a dick pill
I don't know if anything real
Tell me what the f*ck is real
Tell me what the f*ck is real
Big shit popping now, girly pop that pussy out
I can make you high fashion
Look your ex man still at Pac Sun
Catch me with the Pax son, I got all the smoke
Look If you don't know, well now you know

Spend bout two grand for this shorty that was easy
Never had to ever toke up on brick weed or midgie, yeah
You could've had my kids, see
But now you lost your chance the way you just did me

This could've been you shaking this ass for this cash, yeah
This could've been you shaking this ass for this cash, yeah

Don't you regret it
Don't you regret it
Don't you regret it
Don't you regret it

You broke my heart
You broke my heart
You broke my heart
You broke my heart
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Writer: Zarenn Balisi
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