HIM Lyrics

Bad

Bad

Bad bitch finna rock my chain

New drip man a lot of shit changed

My old girl addicted to the fame

I ain't getting none of that money back

Yeah

How am I stressed in a range

I miss juice all these girls are the same

In the booth I been sharing my

They tried to fuck up my brand

They tried to fuck with my bands

But they cant fuck with my plan

and they dont know who I am

Im him Im him Im him

Im him Im him Im him

Im him Im him Im him

Im him Im him Im him

Im him Im him Im him

Im him Im him Im him

Im him Im him Im him

Im him Im him Im him

Im him Im him Im

Put it in sport

No type I like all sorts

Take her to the source

Drop top roof got divorced

Yes of course

Rarri Im whipping the horse

Tequilla it pours

30 under 30 Im in forbes

don't give him the mufuckin microphone

Im cutting the cord

He cant afford the shit I afford

you're in an accord

No wait thats a ford

Now I'm in my head

Was a gentleman in your bed

Some things still left unsaid

Now i'm wanting it back

Maybe what I wants not what I should have

Think about it without sex

Thankyou for what I had

Thankyou for what I had

They tried to fuck up my brand

They tried to fuck with my bands

But they cant fuck with my plan

and they dont know who I am

Im him Im him Im him

Im him Im him Im him

Im him Im him Im him

Im him Im him Im him

Im him Im him Im him

Im him Im him Im him

Im him Im him Im him

Im him Im him Im him

Im him Im him Im