Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hunter Thompson, artist - Cam Meekins. Date of issue: 09.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hunter Thompson |
| I make my own money, homie, that’s the plan |
| And everybody wanna be the motherfucking man |
| Pussy so dumb but she still in school |
| The last thing I’ll do is listen to you |
| 'Cause I’m Hunter Thompson |
| 'Cause I’m Hunter Thompson |
| I wake up in the morning at 10:00am |
| I roll up in the whip to get coffee again |
| I roll me up a joint but got pending charges |
| She pissed my phone’s dead, it’s not sending, charge it |
| I never want to college, but baby, I’m a bachelor |
| Hit it from the back, flipped her over like a spatula |
| Don’t like catching up, my bills still ain’t paid though |
| Spent all my checks on my clothes, I don’t save hoes |
| My mom smokes hydro, her son writes raps |
| Some people do the normal thing but I don’t do that |
| See, I got my cool back, I be on some new shit |
| Got my girl some new gifts, you don’t ever do that |
| I be faded like it’s water |
| Caught her stunting so I bought her others |
| Me, I never fuck with covers |
| Niykee Heaton should’ve stuck to covers |
| I don’t know, that was a random-ass bar |
| Last night I got drunk at a random-ass bar |
| My phone autocorrects «bar» to «bae» now |
| That’s how you know she real |
| And she always gon' stay down |
| We in this bitch, no greyhound |
| I got some bad habits, finna quit 'em |
| These bad bitches guilty, I’ll probably just acquit 'em |
| My jeans got rips but it’s beautifully stitched |
| The team-team's getting rich tryna shoot for the tip |
| My sand top, what you know about the hustle it takes? |
| What you know about making more than five beats a day? |
| What I got to do to get these fools to realize? |
| I don’t stare at her fake lips, I look into her real eyes |
| Your sample sound like fake clips |
| Shit, I don’t even clear mine |
| Smoking out the bong, dog, you probably couldn’t clear mine |
| I’m stressed out |
| As far as moves, I got a hundred, come and fuck with me |
| I’m crazy in my own mind but you’ll never fucking see |
| As far as moves, I got a hundred, come and fuck with me |
| I’m crazy in my head but you’ll never get to fucking see |
| I make my own money, homie, that’s the plan |
| And everybody wanna be the motherfucking man |
| Pussy so dumb but she still in school |
| The last thing I’ll do is listen to you |
| 'Cause I’m Hunter Thompson |
| 'Cause I’m Hunter Thompson |
| I wake up every morning and fall asleep |
| Wake up at 2:00pm and record some heat |
| I find myself dodging when these other girls call me |
| I miss them girls' bodies but I miss you, dog, probably |
| But you know I’m off on a different course |
| And I want rides with different doors |
| I was just so insecure then, I really think you’re better off |
| (I really think you’re better off) |
| I know you show your friends my Snapchats |
| But I still snap back, 'cause I swear you’re that bad |
| My life is a movie, shower them like Mad Max |
| Still ain’t been to Paris but, boy, I go to Pena |
| This is the gonzo God flow, when I blow, I move to Colorado (Colarado) |
| Blow a million when my boys visit |
| My life crazy, and I make my own |
| I make my own money, homie, that’s the plan |
| And everybody wanna be the motherfucking man |
| Pussy so dumb but she still in school |
| The last thing I’ll do is listen to you |
| 'Cause I’m Hunter Thompson |
| 'Cause I’m Hunter Thompson |