Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song HEAVY HITTER, artist - Jack Harlow. Album song Confetti, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Generation Now
Song language: English
HEAVY HITTER |
Ah, tell me what the, ah, ah, ah |
Oh, you got me sounding good too, ayy |
Will Will |
Okay, tell me what the deal is, you know I’m the illest |
She from California, said she don’t know where the 'Ville is |
Shout out to the hometown, I know that they gon' feel this |
When I hit the club, I walk in with a small village, and |
Nothing’s off limits |
When you got the sauce, you know they running off with it |
Now she actin' freaky, she was coming off timid at first |
But I guess it really wasn’t authentic, yes, sir |
Now she got me, ooh, doin' somersaults in it |
Know these fellas always talking but they weren’t involved with it |
I like me some women, not a bunch of sausages |
I put in the work, I know that some of y’all didn’t, yes, sir |
And they come in all sizes, uh |
We got new horizons |
I guess I might as well dive in |
No, it’s not surprisin' the way you switched up |
I used to kick it with the kids that rocked that Osiris |
Used to rock a patch like a pirate |
The garden still private |
Drama got a Bentley, let me drive it |
I’m a heavy hitter, Darryl Isaacs |
And we rocking from side to side |
Tell me now if you’re trying to ride with me |
You know I can find some time just to get |
In tune with you, ayy, ayy, ayy |
Used to be the one that I idolized |
Now I can’t see you the same as I used to |
I guess I need me a ride or die |
Know you get sick of the games 'cause I do too |
Late nights, head hurtin' |
Open up the red curtains |
You don’t love me, you just networkin' |
I’m still trying to be the best version of me |
I got a whip plus room in the front seat |
And it’s so up-scene |
She make me look like 2010 Kris Humphries |
Y’all been getting too comfy |
I been spending my time going off |
Just in case you’re wondering, never just one drink |
Eighty proof all up in my bloodstream |
Used to talk shit, now I wonder what they must think |
Blame it on the crushed dreams that we used to all have |
All I know is that we can’t fall back now |
And we rocking from side to side |
Tell me now if you’re trying to ride with me |
You know I can find some time just to get |
In tune with you, ayy, ayy, ayy |
Used to be the one that I idolized |
Now I can’t see you the same as I used to |
I guess I need me a ride or die |
Know you get sick of the games 'cause I do too |
Do too |
Know you get sick of the games 'cause I do too |
Do too, do too |
I know you get, sicker, games, too |
Know you get, know you get, know you get |
Know you get sick of the games 'cause I do too |