zion kuwonu - HIM Lyrics

Bad
Bad
Bad bitch finna rock my chain
New drip man a lot of shit changed
My old girl addicted to the fame
I ain't getting none of that money back
Yeah
How am I stressed in a range
I miss juice all these girls are the same
In the booth I been sharing my
They tried to f*ck up my brand
They tried to f*ck with my bands
But they cant f*ck with my plan
And they dont know who I am
Im him Im him Im him
Im him Im him Im him
Im him Im him Im him
Im him Im him Im him
Im him Im him Im him
Im him Im him Im him
Im him Im him Im him
Im him Im him Im him
Im him Im him Im
Put it in sport
No type I like all sorts
Take her to the source
Drop top roof got divorced
Yes of course
Rarri Im whipping the horse
Tequilla it pours
30 under 30 Im in forbes
Don't give him the muf*ckin microphone
Im cutting the cord
He cant afford the shit I afford
You're in an accord
No wait thats a ford
Now I'm in my head
Was a gentleman in your bed
Some things still left unsaid
Now i'm wanting it back
Maybe what I wants not what I should have
Think about it without sex
Thankyou for what I had
Thankyou for what I had
They tried to f*ck up my brand
They tried to f*ck with my bands
But they cant f*ck with my plan
And they dont know who I am
Im him Im him Im him
Im him Im him Im him
Im him Im him Im him
Im him Im him Im him
Im him Im him Im him
Im him Im him Im him
Im him Im him Im him
Im him Im him Im him
Im him Im him Im