(Open that shit the fu-fu-fu-f*ck up, Lilmh is in this bitch to shut this shit down)
(Evil Empire)
I got the, I got the, hol up
I got hella motion don't wanna cause commotion baby f*ck with a boss
She said she aint seen a foreign car she don't f*ck with me that's her loss
I got the Doublet on my jeans, I aint finna tell you the cost
Ya lil mans he can't keep up with me he stay rocking Hugo BOSS
Every day I'm counting pape, I'm getting numb to the mof*cking guap
All ya music sounding lame, I would just highly suggest you would stop
Speeding round ion give a f*ck bout a cop
My boy just got freed out of the box
Every day I'm out here collecting profit
Sprinkle the money around like a round robin
Boy drop the pin I aint talking bout bobbin
You got a problem my glockie gon solve it
Me not getting paid that shit so uncommon
That boy a hater I'm finna go block him
Acting like he getting paid when he logs in
Go to McDonalds, you better clock in
You talking shooters but they all imaginary like they made by Craig McCracken
(If you don't get that reference go Google search "Who made Fosters Home For Imaginary Friends" you'll get it)
I'm insulting your intelligence
Boy you fell off you don't got no relevance
What's on my shirt it's uh-
It's Vetements not pronounced Vet-eh-ments
All the hoes coming round boy let em in
Aint finna kiss em I don't need a peppermint
I want the Lambo I don't want Toyota I aint doing settling
In my city try to name a rapper that I aint f*cking better than
I got love for some of yall but I'm mostly tryna bury them
This double B on my shirt for Balenci this aint no muf*ckin Burberry nah
I got hella motion don't wanna cause commotion baby f*ck with a boss
She said she aint seen a foreign car she don't f*ck with me that's her loss
I got the Doublet on my jeans, I aint finna tell you the cost
Ya lil mans he can't keep up with me he stay rocking Hugo BOSS
Every day I'm counting pape, I'm getting numb to the mof*cking guap
All ya music sounding lame, I would just highly suggest you would stop
Speeding round ion give a f*ck bout a cop
My boy just got freed out of the box
Every day I'm out here collecting profit
Sprinkle the money around like a round robin
Boy drop the pin I aint talking bout bobbin
lilmh - drop the pin Lyrics
lilmh - drop the pin Lyrics
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(Open that shit the fu-fu-fu-f*ck up, Lilmh is in this bitch to shut this shit down)
(Evil Empire)
I got the, I got the, hol up
I got hella motion don't wanna cause commotion baby f*ck with a boss
She said she aint seen a foreign car she don't f*ck with me that's her loss
I got the Doublet on my jeans, I aint finna tell you the cost
Ya lil mans he can't keep up with me he stay rocking Hugo BOSS
Every day I'm counting pape, I'm getting numb to the mof*cking guap
All ya music sounding lame, I would just highly suggest you would stop
Speeding round ion give a f*ck bout a cop
My boy just got freed out of the box
Every day I'm out here collecting profit
Sprinkle the money around like a round robin
Boy drop the pin I aint talking bout bobbin
You got a problem my glockie gon solve it
Me not getting paid that shit so uncommon
That boy a hater I'm finna go block him
Acting like he getting paid when he logs in
Go to McDonalds, you better clock in
You talking shooters but they all imaginary like they made by Craig McCracken
(If you don't get that reference go Google search "Who made Fosters Home For Imaginary Friends" you'll get it)
I'm insulting your intelligence
Boy you fell off you don't got no relevance
What's on my shirt it's uh-
It's Vetements not pronounced Vet-eh-ments
All the hoes coming round boy let em in
Aint finna kiss em I don't need a peppermint
I want the Lambo I don't want Toyota I aint doing settling
In my city try to name a rapper that I aint f*cking better than
I got love for some of yall but I'm mostly tryna bury them
This double B on my shirt for Balenci this aint no muf*ckin Burberry nah
I got hella motion don't wanna cause commotion baby f*ck with a boss
She said she aint seen a foreign car she don't f*ck with me that's her loss
I got the Doublet on my jeans, I aint finna tell you the cost
Ya lil mans he can't keep up with me he stay rocking Hugo BOSS
Every day I'm counting pape, I'm getting numb to the mof*cking guap
All ya music sounding lame, I would just highly suggest you would stop
Speeding round ion give a f*ck bout a cop
My boy just got freed out of the box
Every day I'm out here collecting profit
Sprinkle the money around like a round robin
Boy drop the pin I aint talking bout bobbin
(Evil Empire)
I got the, I got the, hol up
I got hella motion don't wanna cause commotion baby f*ck with a boss
She said she aint seen a foreign car she don't f*ck with me that's her loss
I got the Doublet on my jeans, I aint finna tell you the cost
Ya lil mans he can't keep up with me he stay rocking Hugo BOSS
Every day I'm counting pape, I'm getting numb to the mof*cking guap
All ya music sounding lame, I would just highly suggest you would stop
Speeding round ion give a f*ck bout a cop
My boy just got freed out of the box
Every day I'm out here collecting profit
Sprinkle the money around like a round robin
Boy drop the pin I aint talking bout bobbin
You got a problem my glockie gon solve it
Me not getting paid that shit so uncommon
That boy a hater I'm finna go block him
Acting like he getting paid when he logs in
Go to McDonalds, you better clock in
You talking shooters but they all imaginary like they made by Craig McCracken
(If you don't get that reference go Google search "Who made Fosters Home For Imaginary Friends" you'll get it)
I'm insulting your intelligence
Boy you fell off you don't got no relevance
What's on my shirt it's uh-
It's Vetements not pronounced Vet-eh-ments
All the hoes coming round boy let em in
Aint finna kiss em I don't need a peppermint
I want the Lambo I don't want Toyota I aint doing settling
In my city try to name a rapper that I aint f*cking better than
I got love for some of yall but I'm mostly tryna bury them
This double B on my shirt for Balenci this aint no muf*ckin Burberry nah
I got hella motion don't wanna cause commotion baby f*ck with a boss
She said she aint seen a foreign car she don't f*ck with me that's her loss
I got the Doublet on my jeans, I aint finna tell you the cost
Ya lil mans he can't keep up with me he stay rocking Hugo BOSS
Every day I'm counting pape, I'm getting numb to the mof*cking guap
All ya music sounding lame, I would just highly suggest you would stop
Speeding round ion give a f*ck bout a cop
My boy just got freed out of the box
Every day I'm out here collecting profit
Sprinkle the money around like a round robin
Boy drop the pin I aint talking bout bobbin
Writer: Michael Harding
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid