Lyrics HIM - Eddy Braveaux, ghost/\/ghoul

HIM

I ain’t wit that tough shit, bitch I don’t have to
Fuck a twitter finger, bitch my niggas comin' at you
Cool shit, fuck that, nigga imma run up
I give a fuck what you talkin' bout, wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup, bam bam
Wassup, wassup, wassup, yeah yeah
Damn, hit the ground bitch
Damn, we gone pound shit
Damn, hit the ground bitch
Damn, we gone pound shit
Yessir, got damn these niggas want smoke, I got pressure
You been in the gym but I don’t think you wanna press up
All red I feel like HIM, just a little fresher
I’ll be honest I like lesbians and when they wrestle
Yes I do, now make that pussy pop just like a vessel
Lemme beat it up I wanna put it on a stretcher
Professor with the X, I guess she ain’t learn her lesson
She up on her knees, Usher Raymond, no confessions
Tried to put it on me but I’m always the aggressor
I feel like im Deebo, I be ballin' Oladipo
Pull up to yo' home, with that tooly no Home Depot
Im a Florida g though, makin' plays like Dan Marino
Bitch this is a Tesla I control it with a remote
I got chips, no casino, that’s wherever we go
Got that rocket power you can ask my nigga Tito
Im lookin for a freak hoe, so I hit Puerto Rico
She callin' me papito, gettin head «Despacito»
My chick is Filipino, she wetter than the sea though
Yo' bitch is like Dasani while my bitch is Pellegrino
I’m divin' in that el nino, thinkin' I’m finding Nemo
She already made me bust but I might fuck around and I reload
Red dot beam on the thing from deep though, we ain’t shootin' no free throws
My bro always got that iron, swear that nigga Magneto
Me and my niggas be talkin' bout racks but shit y’all niggas don’t see those
And y’all really ain’t gettin' no bread I heard y’all niggas on keto
I am, HIM HIM
HIM, with the limb
Lil nigga, flexin' in the gym
Ball hard, hangin off the rim
Who is that?
bitch I feel like him
I am him, nigga I am him
I am him, nigga I am him
I am him, aren’t you tired of him
I am him, bitch you know I’m him