Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hilary $wank , by - Joey Bada$$. Song from the album Summer Knights, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.03.2020
Record label: Cinematic
Song language: English
Hilary $wank |
| Yo, yo, Hip-Hop's a jungle |
| Uh, lost in his time I’m just tryna get it like a boss in his prime |
| These fake niggas sumblime, light for fine sights |
| Wishing we’ll fortune but the price ain’t quite right |
| The slice ain’t quite ripe |
| Still pulling strings how I fly but I don’t like kites |
| How they gon' treat Brooklyn’s finest not as fine as diamonds? |
| And fine nice, surrounded by hard flow like Icelands |
| Now we getting icing, finances nice |
| And I don’t like surprises, I like superb prices rising |
| It’s the least I could do, these verses priceless |
| Rehearse in private, reverse her eyelid until she curse in silent (insolent) |
| Got a problem solve it, all my Pros solids |
| We all gon' dine and until then we mobbing |
| So don’t push me, Uh, I’m close to the pussy, even |
| Closer to the know-ledge dropped out of college |
| In advance hit the ground running like its ants in my pants |
| Honey, pop was a bumbaclot and had a queen bee Mommy |
| Uh, I love her to the tissue, disrespect my blood and it’s an issue |
| She like «This you on the cover for real? |
| Ah you so official.» |
| Now go ahead and buy you some shoes that really fit you |
| I know she always think of little me, but now I got big literally |
| Worldwide and physically |
| I’m saying I used to take walks around Little Italy |
| Now I roam 'round Sicily |
| And I’m plotting on a mili |
| Hmmm another loud pack another proud cat |
| Hey pound that, Hip-Hop sounds been profound back |
| Slow down that, metronome nigga |
| Let it hit home when the specimen showin' gon' glitter |
| Gold and ices trigger, your true ideology |
| I can subtract one with the gun that’s true trigonometry |
| But that won’t coincide with the true nigga that I’m a be |
| He’s royal poverty I kicks philosophies |
| Not because I rock Soccer tees |
| I ain’t gon' beg but I can please |
| Rock ya socks and sockets out your knees |
| Fulfill your needs with similes non similar |
| Spit that unfamiliar, put that on familia |
| If ya love Hip Hop, ladies rub your papillas |
| Fellas beat they chest like they Silverback Gorillas |
| It’s the new age, children of the crystal healers |
| Thinking I butterfly i try catapult caterpillars |
| After years of constructing they start assumptions |
| So I keep my circumference of deep fried friends like dumplings |
| But fuck that nigga we munching, we hungry |