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Vince Staples - MHM Lyrics
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Come get a body, thirty deep on Poppy (yeah, uh)
Police won't stop me, that's on Johnny, come and find me (ay)
I ain't hiding, they homies dying, they ain't riding (nah)
She cute, she wet, I'm water sliding (yeah, yup)
Yeah, it's been a minute since I been up in the trenches (hey, yeah)
South and Cherry it get scary by that Church's Chicken
You niggas bitches, kill you if you look suspicious (yeah, dang)
Tryna make it in the game, you gotta know the glitches

Chip cuz, tell 'em come and zip cuz
Hundred on his headstone, homies call me rich cuz (mhm)
Flip cuz, candles cuz they miss cuz
I ain't gotta diss 'cause you know what it is cuz (mhm)
Dog ways, baby, 'cause I'm Park raised
We can do it late night, we can do it broad day (mhm)
Hmm, mhm (dead homies)
Hmm, hmm, mhm, yeah (one in the head all the time, yeah)

Baby got the strap in case I gotta blast (love you so much)
She been with me since we was on Olive Ave (mhm) (free H.D.)
'Fore Corona I was at Ramona with a mask (free B. Skrap)
'Fore corona knew the streets was over washed my hands (dead homies)
Full of vultures, so you know I watch my back (one in the head shit)
Couldn't give it up, guess I got attached (yeah)
Still without a scratch, still with all of that (huh? Yeah)
Snitching niggas even got the water tapped, damn (snitch, ay, ay)

Chip cuz, tell 'em come and zip cuz
Hundred on his headstone, homies call me rich cuz (mhm)
Flip cuz, candles cuz they miss cuz
I ain't gotta diss 'cause you know what it is cuz (mhm)
Dog ways, baby, 'cause I'm Park raised
We can do it late night, we can do it broad day (mhm)
Hmm, mhm (dead homies)
Hmm, hmm, mhm, yeah (one in the head all the time, yeah)

Then we take the 91 East
Get off on Cherry, turn right (mhm)
Take it all the way straight to South
Then when you get to South
Make that left, that's all the hood right there
Go down South, matter fact (mhm)
Go down South 'til you get to Clark, Bellflower
That's still the hood
Make that left, or wherever you choose
To make that left on Artesia
Until you get back to Cherry, that's all the hood
Dead homies
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Come get a body, thirty deep on Poppy (yeah, uh)
Police won't stop me, that's on Johnny, come and find me (ay)
I ain't hiding, they homies dying, they ain't riding (nah)
She cute, she wet, I'm water sliding (yeah, yup)
Yeah, it's been a minute since I been up in the trenches (hey, yeah)
South and Cherry it get scary by that Church's Chicken
You niggas bitches, kill you if you look suspicious (yeah, dang)
Tryna make it in the game, you gotta know the glitches

Chip cuz, tell 'em come and zip cuz
Hundred on his headstone, homies call me rich cuz (mhm)
Flip cuz, candles cuz they miss cuz
I ain't gotta diss 'cause you know what it is cuz (mhm)
Dog ways, baby, 'cause I'm Park raised
We can do it late night, we can do it broad day (mhm)
Hmm, mhm (dead homies)
Hmm, hmm, mhm, yeah (one in the head all the time, yeah)

Baby got the strap in case I gotta blast (love you so much)
She been with me since we was on Olive Ave (mhm) (free H.D.)
'Fore Corona I was at Ramona with a mask (free B. Skrap)
'Fore corona knew the streets was over washed my hands (dead homies)
Full of vultures, so you know I watch my back (one in the head shit)
Couldn't give it up, guess I got attached (yeah)
Still without a scratch, still with all of that (huh? Yeah)
Snitching niggas even got the water tapped, damn (snitch, ay, ay)

Chip cuz, tell 'em come and zip cuz
Hundred on his headstone, homies call me rich cuz (mhm)
Flip cuz, candles cuz they miss cuz
I ain't gotta diss 'cause you know what it is cuz (mhm)
Dog ways, baby, 'cause I'm Park raised
We can do it late night, we can do it broad day (mhm)
Hmm, mhm (dead homies)
Hmm, hmm, mhm, yeah (one in the head all the time, yeah)

Then we take the 91 East
Get off on Cherry, turn right (mhm)
Take it all the way straight to South
Then when you get to South
Make that left, that's all the hood right there
Go down South, matter fact (mhm)
Go down South 'til you get to Clark, Bellflower
That's still the hood
Make that left, or wherever you choose
To make that left on Artesia
Until you get back to Cherry, that's all the hood
Dead homies
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Writer: Kenneth Charles Blume III, Nils Noehden, Vincent Staples
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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