Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Um Hmm, artist - SpodeeDate of issue: 11.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Um Hmm |
| I come from the gutters from the town, um hmm |
| From where you can’t come around, um hmm |
| Trap right, it’s going down, um hmm |
| Say it with me, um hmm |
| One more time, um hmm |
| I smoke the strongest reefer I could find, um hmm |
| If she fuck me, she goin be fine, um hmm |
| I’m Michael Jackson of our time, um hmm |
| I got a gold floor in ATL, get so much shit, I told my ACL |
| Go the other way if I see twelve |
| Havin grams of my daily L |
| People feelin me, like they read Braille |
| She like me, cause I keep it real |
| I’m like Jordan, when I play on the field |
| All about my green, cause the folks that hated me, wanna see me fail |
| Sick when I spit, so I sip Activis to make me well |
| I come from the gutters from the town, um hmm |
| From where you can’t come around, um hmm |
| Trap right, it’s going down, um hmm |
| Say it with me, um hmm |
| One more time, um hmm |
| I smoke the strongest reefer I could find, um hmm |
| If she fuck me, she goin be fine, um hmm |
| I’m Michael Jackson of our time, um hmm |
| Bankrolls on deck, we get a bunch of bread |
| Play with me, he ask me, will I bust his head |
| You know it ain’t no guns in my mercedes, right |
| My AK say, you know not to play me, right |
| At all times, keep some bitches in my company |
| Got them all goin at it till the sun rise, nigga |
| Cash money stacks, and a bunch of weed |
| Got a lot of it, none for free |
| Got the cleanest jewelry, and the cleanest Whip |
| Fully automatic, with the extended clip |
| You know we still surve work, it ain’t hard to flip |
| Who the fuck you know as hard as TIP |
| You know I been goin at it for a minute |
| Ridin through Atlanta in a Bentley |
| Hustle Gang, winnin till we finished |
| And we bang green, everybody get it |
| Hey, don’t you know me |
| Don’t you know that I do, homie |
| I’m comin through, blowin weed, got 2 on me |
| Murder charge won’t stick, no gloo on me |
| I come from the gutters from the town, um hmm |
| From where you can’t come around, um hmm |
| Trap right, it’s going down, um hmm |
| Say it with me, um hmm |
| One more time, um hmm |
| I smoke the strongest reefer I could find, um hmm |
| If she fuck me, she goin be fine, um hmm |
| I’m Michael Jackson of our time, um hmm |
| You said you goin save me, Imma save myself |
| Big LV, I even scared myself |
| Big hustle nigga, no handouts |
| Self-made nigga, did it myself |
| Nigas see the DEA, fuck the PDA |
| Nigga pitch it to the streets, call me TGA |
| They tryna link me to a case, no DNA |
| I took my lawyer to the trap, let’s beat that case |
| A hundred bands, nigga, that’s dope money |
| Half a mill in the street, that’s floor money |
| Got bricks on the boat, that’s Coke money |
| Big dreams, big safe, that’s old money |
| If you not the nigga, then that’s not your money |
| Bad bitch, big crib, drop stacks on it |
| White crib, white rims, spend a deal on it |
| If you lookin for the Ruger, got a deal on it |
| Gotti! |
| I come from the gutters from the town, um hmm |
| From where you can’t come around, um hmm |
| Trap right, it’s going down, um hmm |
| Say it with me, um hmm |
| One more time, um hmm |
| I smoke the strongest reefer I could find, um hmm |
| If she fuck me, she goin be fine, um hmm |
| I’m Michael Jackson of our time, um hmm |