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HIM Video (MV)




Performed By: Big Boss Finesse
Language: English
Length: 2:49
Written by: Joshua Harvey




Big Boss Finesse - HIM Lyrics
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These niggas talkin', don't let that fool you, that's all they do
Me and Mine , we silent killers, so watch your food
When we was broke, we passed Nina like prostitutes
Had boss sak , come take for a Glock or two
Shit could get ugly, we'll do you bad, watch how you move
Just stay down till you come up and don't be a fool
I been talkin' that shit, they just couldn't smell me
Then I walked in that shit, now I'm the man, clearly
Niggas hatin', they wishin', well, it ain't no fairies
Odd how these people watch, niggas be some berries
These Buford's want my spot, this Glock, I gotta carry
I gotta chase a knot, to the Gwop, bitch I been married
GMG on top, now everybody claim they fam
Where the f*ck were niggas at when we was trappin' grams
I probably sticked you up, served you premiums
They wasn't showin' love, but I don't give a f*ck
I ran my money up, they thought this shit was luck
I been a hustler, this shit run in my blood
They askin' me what's up, tell them I been clearing dubs
Them people was f*cked, they was showin' mad love
I got them hatin' how, cause I'm in my bag now
GMG it's blingin', bow, try to take, then it's pow
Ayy, they be like, it's him when he walk through
Know I'm loaded, bitch, I need some bands for the walkthrough
I had days hungry , woulda took you down just to get some food
I was by my lonely, niggas actin' phony, what's the issue
If you my homie, with you right or wrong this shit we been through
F*ck my opponents, them niggas some hoes and then blocks we bend through
I got it on me, bet I make it home to my bitch too
You try me, nigga, I'ma send some shots through your temple
Yeah, ayy, bitch, I'm on the drive, in exotic rides
We one of a kind, GMG, we grind
Niggas know we on the rise, tell them get in line
Cause them niggas way behind, niggas out of line
Pillow talkin', droppin' dimes, bitches on my dick
She brought a buddy, broke they spines
And I'm still a shit, yeah, I rap, but I still slide
And my diamonds glist when I pop out, them bitches shine
Uh, yeah, these niggas tellin' lies
It ain't no cap up in my rap, you know this shit real life
Uh, yeah, you must wanna die
Playin' with the gang, know that we got mob ties
Yeah, that nigga ain't alive
He jumped out his body, so we put one through his mind
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English

These niggas talkin', don't let that fool you, that's all they do
Me and Mine , we silent killers, so watch your food
When we was broke, we passed Nina like prostitutes
Had boss sak , come take for a Glock or two
Shit could get ugly, we'll do you bad, watch how you move
Just stay down till you come up and don't be a fool
I been talkin' that shit, they just couldn't smell me
Then I walked in that shit, now I'm the man, clearly
Niggas hatin', they wishin', well, it ain't no fairies
Odd how these people watch, niggas be some berries
These Buford's want my spot, this Glock, I gotta carry
I gotta chase a knot, to the Gwop, bitch I been married
GMG on top, now everybody claim they fam
Where the f*ck were niggas at when we was trappin' grams
I probably sticked you up, served you premiums
They wasn't showin' love, but I don't give a f*ck
I ran my money up, they thought this shit was luck
I been a hustler, this shit run in my blood
They askin' me what's up, tell them I been clearing dubs
Them people was f*cked, they was showin' mad love
I got them hatin' how, cause I'm in my bag now
GMG it's blingin', bow, try to take, then it's pow
Ayy, they be like, it's him when he walk through
Know I'm loaded, bitch, I need some bands for the walkthrough
I had days hungry , woulda took you down just to get some food
I was by my lonely, niggas actin' phony, what's the issue
If you my homie, with you right or wrong this shit we been through
F*ck my opponents, them niggas some hoes and then blocks we bend through
I got it on me, bet I make it home to my bitch too
You try me, nigga, I'ma send some shots through your temple
Yeah, ayy, bitch, I'm on the drive, in exotic rides
We one of a kind, GMG, we grind
Niggas know we on the rise, tell them get in line
Cause them niggas way behind, niggas out of line
Pillow talkin', droppin' dimes, bitches on my dick
She brought a buddy, broke they spines
And I'm still a shit, yeah, I rap, but I still slide
And my diamonds glist when I pop out, them bitches shine
Uh, yeah, these niggas tellin' lies
It ain't no cap up in my rap, you know this shit real life
Uh, yeah, you must wanna die
Playin' with the gang, know that we got mob ties
Yeah, that nigga ain't alive
He jumped out his body, so we put one through his mind
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Writer: Joshua Harvey
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