Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trippple H, artist - K Suave. Date of issue: 15.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trippple H |
| Pussy didn’t stand a chance |
| Countin' all these bands, Dicky pants and the vans |
| Call me «Triple H,» Hermè-Hermè-Hermè-mès |
| Hermès on my neck, Hermès on my wrist and pants |
| Hermès on my bitch when I take her out to France |
| Perrier, that’s for Rosetta, uh, Cartier her lens |
| Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still |
| Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still |
| Yeah, I stay on the block, niggas ain’t on the block (Block, block, block) |
| Reppin' that block still |
| They all robbers and shooters |
| You talkin' that shit but it’s all on computers (Woah) |
| We throw up that Roc like Bermuda |
| Perky consumin' (Bow) |
| Reppin' that block still |
| And the coupe look neon (Coupe look neon) |
| Can’t fuck with a peon (Fuck with a peon) |
| Niggas know what I be on (Know what I be on, yeah) |
| With a bitch, rock VLONE |
| Bitch, chain cost the Migos |
| I’ma cock it then reload (Reload) |
| I’ma stick to the G code (G code, gang, gang) |
| In the game, no cheat code |
| And my chain Sub-Zero, yeah (Set, set, set) |
| Pussy didn’t stand a chance |
| Countin' all these bands, Dicky pants and the vans |
| Call me «Triple H,» Hermè-Hermè-Hermè-mès |
| Hermès on my neck, Hermès on my wrist and pants |
| Hermès on my bitch when I take her out to France |
| Perrier, that’s for Rosetta, uh, Cartier her lens |
| Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still |
| Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still |
| Uh, I hop in that mofuckin' foreign, I’m speedin', let’s go (Pew, pew), ooh |
| I’m rockin' Off-White like the Pope (Yeah) |
| So slimey, we up it, let’s go, uh |
| I come from the slums, got hundred round drums, I pull up and put on a show, |
| ooh (Woah) |
| Stop talkin', lil' nigga, let’s go (Woah) |
| I’m leanin', we just poured a four (Yeah, yeah) |
| Where you been? |
| MIA |
| Put them bands in your face |
| Get that backend, I’m straight |
| Got VVS diamonds, they just wanna skate |
| I’m makin' deposits when I hit the bank |
| You smokin' on ass, we smokin' on dank |
| I get in my cell and make me a shank |
| I get in that jam, not saying no names |
| Pussy didn’t stand a chance |
| Countin' all these bands, Dicky pants and the vans |
| Call me «Triple H,» Hermè-Hermè-Hermè-mès |
| Hermès on my neck, Hermès on my wrist and pants |
| Hermès on my bitch when I take her out to France |
| Perrier, that’s for Rosetta, uh, Cartier her lens |
| Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still |
| Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still |
| Off-White stone-cold (Damn) |
| I ride around with a .40 (Skrrt) |
| Niggas sneak diss, we gon' ruin his morning (Yeah) |
| Your bitch like suckin' my dick when she horny (Yeah, yeah) |
| She in love with you but it’s hard for her to ignore me (Hard for her), yeah |
| Shoot up your whip, we gon' leave the scene lookin' real gory (Boom-boom-boom), |
| yeah, uh |
| Hit from the back, she like, «Look in my eyes and record it» (Bow) |
| She on me now, she just poured my lean out |
| Pop three Percs, I can’t see now |
| I post on the block like it’s Sunday, yeah |
| Takin' these trips, I’ll be back in September, yeah |
| My diamonds they icy, it’s flood like the winter, yeah |
| He ain’t got no shooters, that boy a pretender |
| We ran out of Sprite, so we ordered some Fantas |
| All of my hoes respectful, they got manners |
| I blow her back out just like some candles |
| I’m all in her mouth like she work at the dental |
| Passin' these hoes around just like Tim Tebow |
| I ain’t cocky but she feelin' my ego |
| I got a strap in this Burberry pea coat |
| I’m off the drugs, I feel like I’ma K. O |
| Just got a new Glock and it’s blacker than Mayo |
| Pussy didn’t stand a chance |
| Countin' all these bands, Dicky pants and the vans |
| Call me «Triple H,» Hermè-Hermè-Hermè-mès |
| Hermès on my neck, Hermès on my wrist and pants |
| Hermès on my bitch when I take her out to France |
| Perrier, that’s for Rosetta, uh, Cartier her lens |
| Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still |
| Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still |