Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hyperbole, artist - Fijimacintosh. Album song Blank Substance - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cybersound 777, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Hyperbole |
Pull up in a coupe, why your tints so black? |
I’ma hit your bitch like a baseball bat |
I’ma hit the plug like a baseball bat |
In too deep and I can’t come back |
Made her throw up when she look at the tag |
All blue hundreds in the Burberry bag |
Chasin' the cheese like a muhfuckin' rat (Slime) |
Pardon my steez, but you stealin' my swag |
It’s in my jean, it go «ratatatat» (Slime) |
I’m in the club but I’m way in the back |
While you spendin' your money and throwin' the racks (Slime) |
All the chains that chill on my neck |
I think I’m havin' an asthma attack (Slime) |
Oh, you used to fuck with me, I think that you need to relax |
All my cups are bubbly, I fell asleep while countin' the racks |
Oh, she so stuck to me, but we didn’t have nothin' but sex |
All these rappers hyperboles, bitch, don’t compare me to that |
Drippin' in some Vetement shit, I ain’t get this from my dad |
Countin' big-ass hundreds and fifties, big-ass titties, litty bitty |
Raf Simmons, feel like Nicki, pretty penny, pull up Remy |
Crash so fast you hear the engi', oh my God, might pop a wheelie |
All this ice, my neck so chilly, all my hoes, they love me dearly |
I smoke the gas just to give me a break (Break) |
Take me away, lil' bitch get out my face (Face) |
If he talk down, we gon' come where he stay (Fuh-fuh-fuh) |
Thirty round drum hit that boy in the face (Yeah) |
I need my chips, no Chips Ahoy! |
She ride the dick like all aboard |
I used to ride in a Honda Accord |
Now I’m a type and I’m hard to afford |
Went and bought moms a Porsche |
Ridin' the push-to-lift-the-door |
It’s hard to get out the fucking coupe |
It’s too close to the floor |
Pull up in a coupe, why your tints so black? |
I’ma hit your bitch like a baseball bat |
I’ma hit the plug like a baseball bat |
In too deep and I can’t come back |
Made her throw up when she look at the tag |
All blue hundreds in the Burberry bag |
Chasin' the cheese like a muhfuckin' rat (Slime) |
Pardon my steez, but you stealin' my swag |
It’s in my jean, it go «ratatatat» (Slime) |
I’m in the club but I’m way in the back |
While you spendin' your money and throwin' the racks (Slime) |
All the chains that chill on my neck |
I think I’m havin' an asthma attack (Slime) |
Oh, you used to fuck with me, I think that you need to relax |
All my cups are bubbly, I fell asleep while countin' the racks |
Oh, she so stuck to me, but we didn’t have nothin' but sex |
All these rappers hyperboles, bitch, don’t compare me to that |
Drippin' in some Vetement shit, I ain’t get this from my dad |