I'm high in the hills, huh, smokin' that gas, bitch, I'm chill
Heavy artillery, I'm ready to kill, huh, don't give a f*ck bout my guilt
Stay real fly, but you know that I'm him
O.G Givenchy you on me, I'm the big dawg
Stay in the city, gotta keep me a pole,huh, keep me that cash, I don't like all these hoes
Bitch, I said it again, I don't like all these hoes
Man he talk on the net, I'mma leave his ass dead
Pour me the wok, bitch I'm sippin' on red
Talkin' to God, yeah, he said we gon' make it
Wait your turn, lil' brodie, don't rush
Keep it a hundred, lil' bitch, it's a must
I been sippin' on codeine, you know how I'm livin
Yeah that bitch ain't a saint , yeah, that bitch, she's a sinner
Yeah my son number one, cause you know I'm a winner
And I pop me a perk, I just let my perk talk
And I made a couple bands, and I cop a wristwatch
And I'm smokin' big blunts, yeah, I feel that Rick Ross
And I hoppin' in a big body coupe and I step in the booth
And I'm grabbin' the mic and I'm speakin' the truth
And I'm rockin' my jeans and that shit just be true
Margiela 6ix! - Ion like hoes/Perc Talk Lyrics
Margiela 6ix! - Ion like hoes/Perc Talk Lyrics
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I'm high in the hills, huh, smokin' that gas, bitch, I'm chill
Heavy artillery, I'm ready to kill, huh, don't give a f*ck bout my guilt
Stay real fly, but you know that I'm him
O.G Givenchy you on me, I'm the big dawg
Stay in the city, gotta keep me a pole,huh, keep me that cash, I don't like all these hoes
Bitch, I said it again, I don't like all these hoes
Man he talk on the net, I'mma leave his ass dead
Pour me the wok, bitch I'm sippin' on red
Talkin' to God, yeah, he said we gon' make it
Wait your turn, lil' brodie, don't rush
Keep it a hundred, lil' bitch, it's a must
I been sippin' on codeine, you know how I'm livin
Yeah that bitch ain't a saint , yeah, that bitch, she's a sinner
Yeah my son number one, cause you know I'm a winner
And I pop me a perk, I just let my perk talk
And I made a couple bands, and I cop a wristwatch
And I'm smokin' big blunts, yeah, I feel that Rick Ross
And I hoppin' in a big body coupe and I step in the booth
And I'm grabbin' the mic and I'm speakin' the truth
And I'm rockin' my jeans and that shit just be true
Heavy artillery, I'm ready to kill, huh, don't give a f*ck bout my guilt
Stay real fly, but you know that I'm him
O.G Givenchy you on me, I'm the big dawg
Stay in the city, gotta keep me a pole,huh, keep me that cash, I don't like all these hoes
Bitch, I said it again, I don't like all these hoes
Man he talk on the net, I'mma leave his ass dead
Pour me the wok, bitch I'm sippin' on red
Talkin' to God, yeah, he said we gon' make it
Wait your turn, lil' brodie, don't rush
Keep it a hundred, lil' bitch, it's a must
I been sippin' on codeine, you know how I'm livin
Yeah that bitch ain't a saint , yeah, that bitch, she's a sinner
Yeah my son number one, cause you know I'm a winner
And I pop me a perk, I just let my perk talk
And I made a couple bands, and I cop a wristwatch
And I'm smokin' big blunts, yeah, I feel that Rick Ross
And I hoppin' in a big body coupe and I step in the booth
And I'm grabbin' the mic and I'm speakin' the truth
And I'm rockin' my jeans and that shit just be true
Writer: Landa Tina
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