HERE MY CHILD! Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Call up the plug shippin that shhhh
We makin bread when this shit touch down
Don't fuck with circus, pussy in person creepin' and Lurkin', fuck with no clown
I catch you lackin', you gettin' hurt Im with the shits, Fuck what you heard
High and I'm flyin', up with the birds Feelin' like rappin' is really a curse
I'm gettin' better and they gettin' worse Im him Duncan, play for the Spurs
Class I was flunkin', I never learned jug and finesse, All that i learned
Got shit for the freon, you know what we on, we go Wild
I looked at God, he looked at me and said here my Child
Gave me the plan, gave me the blueprint, time to go Wild
Gave me the plan, gave me the blueprint, time to go Wild
Said it again, you know I gotta be manifestin
Gettin the bag, you know I get it, so come tap in
You know I got it, I'm ready to go
Don't give a shit cause I'm sellin' shows
Way that im pimpin I'm sellin' hoes
Way that I live im the shit fosho
Don't be on TikTok, i let my blick talk
Look at my wristwatch, I spend a hundred on wristwatch
Damn, shit be changin', shit go dumb
Bitch, I'm rich, you know what's up
Bitch, I'm rich, you know what's up
Call up the plug, shippin' that shhh
We makin' bread with this shit, touchdown
Don't fuck with circus, pussy in person
Creepin' and lurkin', fuck with no clown
I catch you lackin', you gettin' hurt
I'm with the shits, fuck what you heard
High and I'm flyin', up with the birds
Feel like rappin', is really a curse
I'm gettin' better, they gettin' worse
Im him Duncan, play for the Spurs
Class I was flunkin', I never learned
Jug and finesse, all that i learned
Call up the plug, shippin' that
We makin' bread with this shit, touchdown
Don't fuck with circus, pussy in person
Creepin' and lurkin', fuck with no clown