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H.S.H Video (MV)




Performed By: lib
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Nate Libby




lib - H.S.H Lyrics
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Yuh
Hid the switch behind the Henny,
Yeah ill f*ck her if she being too friendly
Got money, but I really want the Bentley
Just a kid, when you in your head, that's when shit slips
Used to have a stomach touchin' ribs
Till I got it jumpin' out the fridge
Young stoner smokin', trippin' at the crib
We from Blue Ridge, people either hippie or they on some hood shit
Eeny meeny moe which hoe should I pick
Stretched out, chillin' at the Ritz
I can put ice from my neck to my wrist
Sippin' titos, f*ck
Think I gotta piss,
Young gun Tryna make his way up outta ditch
If I bust in her, gotta take this plan B I can't have no f*ckin' kids
Smokin' black and milds, boutta make me sick
Whippin' in the city, you can't see me through the tint
Hit the switch behind the Henny,
Yeah ill f*ck her if she being too friendly
Got money, but I really want the Bentley
Got more shit on me than a semi-truck
Came to f*ck it up, dog told me had a two-man So I had to clutch it up
Ever do a money spread, I keep my hunnids up
Crazy 12 will send a boy to heaven in some cuffs
Weight training, gettin' buff, always blunts to stuffed
Third period, dinwiddie, keep a pocket full of snuffs
Shout out TJ, gotta run it up My brother got a couple grand, case times get tough
I was raised rough, feelin' like cole when he wrote snow on the bluff
Double up, double cup, love thick women who love to shake they butts
Love sting like lemon pepper when it hit a cut
The ones that love you most will try to bring you up
Smokin' too much, think I'm stuck Freshman year, I didn't give no f*cks
Have dinner with some fine women, then we get some brunch
Smoked him in the cat, now he dust Gotta go, I'm in a rush
When my pops died, I was crushed
Plug told me keep his spot hush Standing in the rain, boots full of mush
Tryna figure out what's going on with my clutch
Hit the switch behind the Henny
Yeah ill f*ck her if she bein' too friendly
Got some money, but I really want the Bentley
Slow dancin' in the kitchen, grabbin' her gently
Whatever I did, didn't do it intently
Wonder where we end up in our twenties
Dreamin' bout it back in elementary
Over time, hope my girl don't resent me tryna get rich
So my dawgs can have plenty
First show, screamin' my name upon entry
Don't talk behind my back, come to me directly
Gotta put my heart in this, so it represents me and her
We light blue and red, we're complimentary
Starin' in her eyes intensely
Thousand takes, none done correctly
Comin' for the top, send him to a Bent knee
Didn't get here incidentally, did this for my Henley
That's it right there
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English

Yuh
Hid the switch behind the Henny,
Yeah ill f*ck her if she being too friendly
Got money, but I really want the Bentley
Just a kid, when you in your head, that's when shit slips
Used to have a stomach touchin' ribs
Till I got it jumpin' out the fridge
Young stoner smokin', trippin' at the crib
We from Blue Ridge, people either hippie or they on some hood shit
Eeny meeny moe which hoe should I pick
Stretched out, chillin' at the Ritz
I can put ice from my neck to my wrist
Sippin' titos, f*ck
Think I gotta piss,
Young gun Tryna make his way up outta ditch
If I bust in her, gotta take this plan B I can't have no f*ckin' kids
Smokin' black and milds, boutta make me sick
Whippin' in the city, you can't see me through the tint
Hit the switch behind the Henny,
Yeah ill f*ck her if she being too friendly
Got money, but I really want the Bentley
Got more shit on me than a semi-truck
Came to f*ck it up, dog told me had a two-man So I had to clutch it up
Ever do a money spread, I keep my hunnids up
Crazy 12 will send a boy to heaven in some cuffs
Weight training, gettin' buff, always blunts to stuffed
Third period, dinwiddie, keep a pocket full of snuffs
Shout out TJ, gotta run it up My brother got a couple grand, case times get tough
I was raised rough, feelin' like cole when he wrote snow on the bluff
Double up, double cup, love thick women who love to shake they butts
Love sting like lemon pepper when it hit a cut
The ones that love you most will try to bring you up
Smokin' too much, think I'm stuck Freshman year, I didn't give no f*cks
Have dinner with some fine women, then we get some brunch
Smoked him in the cat, now he dust Gotta go, I'm in a rush
When my pops died, I was crushed
Plug told me keep his spot hush Standing in the rain, boots full of mush
Tryna figure out what's going on with my clutch
Hit the switch behind the Henny
Yeah ill f*ck her if she bein' too friendly
Got some money, but I really want the Bentley
Slow dancin' in the kitchen, grabbin' her gently
Whatever I did, didn't do it intently
Wonder where we end up in our twenties
Dreamin' bout it back in elementary
Over time, hope my girl don't resent me tryna get rich
So my dawgs can have plenty
First show, screamin' my name upon entry
Don't talk behind my back, come to me directly
Gotta put my heart in this, so it represents me and her
We light blue and red, we're complimentary
Starin' in her eyes intensely
Thousand takes, none done correctly
Comin' for the top, send him to a Bent knee
Didn't get here incidentally, did this for my Henley
That's it right there
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Writer: Nate Libby
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