Back to Top

deyezik! - imhim! Lyrics



deyezik! - imhim! Lyrics
Official




You too saucy, hahaha
(Whoo)
(Whoo)
(Whoo)
(Whoo)
(Whoo)
(Whoo)
(Whoo)
(Shhh, You too saucy)
Yeah (yea)
These niggas knowing I'm him (hey)
I'm with my gang yeah I am with them
Yeah I got a drake it'll take off ya brim (Brim)
She did too much K now she can't feel her limbs
Yeah I'm smoking Za I ain't hitting dab pen (yea, phew)
Momma told me never ever sell hens
Yeah but momma don't know that money buying Benz's
(Bring it back, whooo)
I get money pimping bitches (Haaaa)
You get money washing dishes, yea (Whooo)
You a broke ass Russell Wilson (Haaa)
You wifed a bitch with three children, yea
(She a thot, whooo)
They envy how I'm living (Haaa, up)
They wanna know how I'm winning (I'm up)
(Whooo)
My banks up cuddy hit it (Haaa, up)
And I blew a check still ain't dent it (yea, f*ck)
(Whooo)
Vaccinated still keeping my distance (stay away)
Don't got any patients but pushing prescriptions (haaa) (Whooo)
I can't hang out with (shh)
Cause I heard that he snitching (naw)
Yeah that boy getting smoked cause he made a decision (haaa)
(Whooo)
Buddy f*cked around and he ended up missing (yea, he gone)
All in the sea with the fishes (yea) (Whooo)
Why you turn cap you not impressing bitches (yea, you not)
And you know you not ballin like pistons
You don't got no moves yeah you is not a baller
My niggas shooting yeah we the shot callers
I'm dogging that bitch I put her in a collar
When she eating my shit she sound like rada rada (eeeee)
Momma proud of her son cause she see him in Prada
Take a flight to Korea and make me some dollars (yea, phew)
I'm making more money than my friends in college
Yeah I'm gettin the cheese yeah I'm making that cottage
Yeah (yea)
These niggas knowing I'm him (hey)
I'm with my gang yeah I am with them
Yeah I got a drake it'll take off ya brim (Brim)
She did too much K now she can't feel her limbs
Yeah I'm smoking Za I ain't hitting dab pen (yea, phew)
Momma told me never ever sell hens
Yeah but momma don't know that money buying Benz's
(Bring it back, whooo)
I get money pimping bitches (Haaaa)
You get money washing dishes, yea
(Whooo)
You a broke ass Russell Wilson (Haaa)
You wifed a bitch with three children, yea
(She a thot, whooo)
They envy how I'm living (Haaa, up)
They wanna know how I'm winning (I'm up)
(Whooo)
My banks up cuddy hit it (Haaa, up)
And I blew a check still ain't dent it (yea, f*ck)
(Whooo)
(Whooo)
(Whooo)
(Whooo)
(Whooo)
(Whooo)
(Whooo)
(Whooo)
(You too saucy)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




You too saucy, hahaha
(Whoo)
(Whoo)
(Whoo)
(Whoo)
(Whoo)
(Whoo)
(Whoo)
(Shhh, You too saucy)
Yeah (yea)
These niggas knowing I'm him (hey)
I'm with my gang yeah I am with them
Yeah I got a drake it'll take off ya brim (Brim)
She did too much K now she can't feel her limbs
Yeah I'm smoking Za I ain't hitting dab pen (yea, phew)
Momma told me never ever sell hens
Yeah but momma don't know that money buying Benz's
(Bring it back, whooo)
I get money pimping bitches (Haaaa)
You get money washing dishes, yea (Whooo)
You a broke ass Russell Wilson (Haaa)
You wifed a bitch with three children, yea
(She a thot, whooo)
They envy how I'm living (Haaa, up)
They wanna know how I'm winning (I'm up)
(Whooo)
My banks up cuddy hit it (Haaa, up)
And I blew a check still ain't dent it (yea, f*ck)
(Whooo)
Vaccinated still keeping my distance (stay away)
Don't got any patients but pushing prescriptions (haaa) (Whooo)
I can't hang out with (shh)
Cause I heard that he snitching (naw)
Yeah that boy getting smoked cause he made a decision (haaa)
(Whooo)
Buddy f*cked around and he ended up missing (yea, he gone)
All in the sea with the fishes (yea) (Whooo)
Why you turn cap you not impressing bitches (yea, you not)
And you know you not ballin like pistons
You don't got no moves yeah you is not a baller
My niggas shooting yeah we the shot callers
I'm dogging that bitch I put her in a collar
When she eating my shit she sound like rada rada (eeeee)
Momma proud of her son cause she see him in Prada
Take a flight to Korea and make me some dollars (yea, phew)
I'm making more money than my friends in college
Yeah I'm gettin the cheese yeah I'm making that cottage
Yeah (yea)
These niggas knowing I'm him (hey)
I'm with my gang yeah I am with them
Yeah I got a drake it'll take off ya brim (Brim)
She did too much K now she can't feel her limbs
Yeah I'm smoking Za I ain't hitting dab pen (yea, phew)
Momma told me never ever sell hens
Yeah but momma don't know that money buying Benz's
(Bring it back, whooo)
I get money pimping bitches (Haaaa)
You get money washing dishes, yea
(Whooo)
You a broke ass Russell Wilson (Haaa)
You wifed a bitch with three children, yea
(She a thot, whooo)
They envy how I'm living (Haaa, up)
They wanna know how I'm winning (I'm up)
(Whooo)
My banks up cuddy hit it (Haaa, up)
And I blew a check still ain't dent it (yea, f*ck)
(Whooo)
(Whooo)
(Whooo)
(Whooo)
(Whooo)
(Whooo)
(Whooo)
(Whooo)
(You too saucy)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: De’Isaac Botley
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: deyezik!



deyezik! - imhim! Video
(Show video at the top of the page)


Performed By: deyezik!
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: De’Isaac Botley

Tags:
No tags yet