MHM Lyrics

I don't be lyin and shit, MHM

Fuckin the finest bitch, MHM

No you not fryin the zip, MHM

No you not findin the whip, MHM

My brada strapped up like a lineman, MHM, MHM

Took the bitch to Paris broke her hymen, MHM, MHM

I been in my mind I feel like dyin, MHM, MHM

I went all black for the Cayenne, MHM, MHM

I don't be lyin and shit, MHM

Fuckin the finest bitch, MHM

No you not fryin the zip, MHM

No you not findin the whip, MHM

I got a sexy lil bitch in the back of party, I just wanna fuck on her

I got some racks in the back of the muhfuckin Rari', I just wanna touch on em

Oh don't run up on me, put that gun on em

Put a bag on his head, put that buck on him

In a big body whip, got the truck on em

She been teasin and shit, she wan fuck on me

It's season for green, get the luck on

Why the fuck you keep talkin?, get the fuck on

I cook just like I'ma Filet Mignon

I feel like Yao Ming I'ma ball on the floor

Saw the feds on my ass, had to get out the door

I'm protectin my heart, I can't give you my soul

I don't be lyin and shit, MHM

Fuckin the finest bitch, MHM

No you not fryin the zip, MHM

No you not findin the whip, MHM

My brada strapped up like a lineman, MHM, MHM

Took the bitch to Paris broke her hymen, MHM, MHM

I been in my mind I feel like dyin, MHM, MHM

I went all black for the Cayenne, MHM, MHM

I don't be lyin and shit, MHM

Fuckin the finest bitch, MHM

No you not fryin the zip, MHM

No you not findin' the whip, MHM