Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hibachi , by - Strick. Release date: 10.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hibachi |
| Wheezy outta here |
| Yeah |
| Hollywood, we caught vibes at Katana |
| Hotter dinner shit, steak and hibachi |
| Count the cash, lace the codeine with molly |
| I’m like Hugh Heff, my bitches get money |
| I wear Dior trainers, not Huaraches |
| Bentley Mulsanne, misogyny |
| Bitch like Madonna beside me |
| Ice out the Carti' and AP (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Got a Cuban link |
| Dominican mamis still callin' me papi |
| Passport my car out the country (Yeah) |
| We came from nothin' to luxury |
| Yeah, they hated, but I know that really, they love me |
| All along, yeah, they was fronting |
| The coupe got the trunk in the front end |
| (Wheezy outta here) |
| Count up a check when I’m horny (Horny) |
| I spent a dub up in Barney’s (Barney's) |
| We keep them straps like the army (Army) |
| All them niggas on go, you can’t harm me (Harm me) |
| Fuck TSA, we flew here on a jet |
| Speak when you say my name, just have respect |
| I cannot move if you ain’t got a check |
| I like when she give me that neck (Suck it) |
| My bitch is bad and wet |
| Diamonds, they hittin', they look like baguettes (Splash) |
| I cannot play with no lame in the street |
| This shit ain’t checkers, this chess (This chess) |
| I’m kickin' shit like a punter |
| I promise, and I do this shit for my mama (Shit) |
| Whip up a whole brick in front of your eyes |
| Cook it up like Benihana’s |
| (Wheezy outta here) |
| Hollywood, we caught vibes at Katana |
| Hotter dinner shit, steak and hibachi |
| Count the cash, lace the codeine with molly |
| I’m like Hugh Heff, my bitches get money |
| I wear Dior trainers, not Huaraches |
| Bentley Mulsanne, misogyny |
| Bitch like Madonna beside me |
| Ice out the Carti' and AP (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Got a Cuban link |
| Dominican mamis still callin' me papi |
| Passport my car out the country (Yeah) |
| We came from nothin' to luxury |
| Yeah, they hated, but I know that really, they love me |
| All along, yeah, they was fronting |
| The coupe got the trunk in the front end |
| (Wheezy outta here) |
| Yeah, jumped off the porch, all my niggas need large chairs |
| Got the floor full of green like a lawn, yeah |
| Tell her shake it, you know we got more, yeah |
| Yeah, all this ice, my arm damn near went numb, yeah |
| YSL clarity on my charm, yeah |
| Ayy, in Cali we rollin' exclusives |
| Blue Magic, the coupe Frank Lucas |
| Give her dope, then she smoke it like cookie |
| Wearin' Dior, my aunt used to boost it |
| Luxury tax on this drip, they ain’t seen yet |
| Cozy paintin' on my jean jacket |
| Baguettes dangle on my necklace |
| They seen me somewhere with a actress |
| (Wheezy outta here) |
| Hollywood, we caught vibes at Katana |
| Hotter dinner shit, steak and hibachi |
| Count the cash, lace the codeine with molly |
| I’m like Hugh Heff, my bitches get money |
| I wear Dior trainers, not Huaraches |
| Bentley Mulsanne, misogyny |
| Bitch like Madonna beside me |
| Ice out the Carti' and AP (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Got a Cuban link |
| Dominican mamis still callin' me papi |
| Passport my car out the country (Yeah) |
| We came from nothin' to luxury |
| Yeah, they hated, but I know that really, they love me |
| All along, yeah, they was fronting |
| The coupe got the trunk in the front end |
| (Wheezy outta here) |