UnoTheActivist - Das Him (Original Version) lyrics

Oh, yeah yeah
Oh

I get so high, I could sit on God's knees
I took LSD, now I’m one with the trees
I bought her some Popeyes
She think she a queen
I fuck her, I pop my head just like a spleen
This ho must be French
Always talkin' 'bout "We"
We know there is no us, just a you and a me
I have no emotions when I’m on that bean
You gotta look twice, it's CC on my feet
These hoes on my skin like
A dog with some fleas
"Who havin' drip?" I'm like
"Who do you think?"
I open my eyes, she like, "Who do you see?"
Very rare drip from Riccardo Tisci

I walk in this bitch just like
"Who is him?"
I walk with the bag, thеy knew that was him
I ain't seen nobody that's cool as him
I'ma act brand new like, "Who is thеm?"
Who? Who? (Yeah) who? Who? (Dig?)
Who? Who? (Who?)
I'ma act brand new like, "Who is them?"
Who in the fuck do you think you are?
Think I’m the man, I think I’m a star
I got the Perc' and the Xans in a jar
Chanel on my lens, I can see far (Ha)

Yeah (Yeah)
I’m in a Tesla, I still park the car
She is impressive, she put that shit on
AMG Benz, she pullin' up next to my car
We ain't the same, I be killing 'em all
(Pew) 40 gon’ hit him, he long gone
Chanel, Number (N) ine on her trenchcoat
Giuseppe stepping on these little hoes (Dig)
40 gon' kiss him, no mistletoe
That nigga, he green, he Piccolo
I told you these niggas is hoes, no gigolo
Like a bird, she bend that shit over
She pigeon-toed (Brr)
That watch on my wrist
They mistake it for snow-globe (Ice)
My new ho from Austin, no Stone Cold
She ride this dick
Said she have fun on the rodeo
I take these trips 'round the globe
I don't stop at all

Who? Who? (Dog with some fleas)
Who? Who? (Yeah) who? (What do you see?)
Who? (Dig?) Who? (Yeah)
I walk in this bitch just like
"Who is him?"
I walk with the bag, they knew that was him
I ain't seen nobody that's cool as him
I'ma act brand new like, "Who is them?"
Who? Who? (Yeah) who? Who? (Dig?)
Who? Who? (Who?)
I'ma act brand new like, "Who is them?"
(Yeah) who in the fuck do you think you are?
Think I'm the man, I think I'm a star
I got the Perc' and the Xans in a jar
Chanel on my lens, I can see far

I'ma throw on my shades when
I'm driving the 'Rarri
She giving me neck in the back of the car
I'ma hit it today, I won't see her tomorrow
I'ma kick that bitch out
A young nigga is heartless
I'ma buy her a booty, I needed it large
Trying to fuck on my ho, lil' nigga
Keep caution i'm a boss in the Rolls
It came with a chauffeur
Came with some green, like Celtics
Like Boston
All the big booty hoes, tell 'em back it up
Throwing my cash to the ground, tell 'em
"Rack it up"
Count it up, count it up, add it up
Then we flip, flip, flip like a spatula
And my bitch thick like she in the catalogue
And a nigga focused like I'm on the Adderall
Yeah, whip two tones
RIP juice, still sip juice though

I get so high, I could sit on God's knees
I took LSD, now I'm one with the trees
I bought her some Popeyes
She think she a queen
I fuck her, I pop my head just like a spleen
This ho must be French
Always talkin' 'bout "We"
We know there is no us, just a you and a me
I have no emotions when I'm on that bean
You gotta look twice, it's CC on my feet
These hoes on my skin like
A dog with some fleas
"Who havin' drip?" I'm like
"Who do you think?"
I open my eyes, she like, "Who do you see?"
Very rare drip from Riccardo Tisci

I walk in this bitch just like
"Who is him?"
I walk with the bag, they knew that was him
I ain't seen nobody that's cool as him
I'ma act brand new like, "Who is them?"
Who? Who? (Yeah) who? (What?) Who? (Dig?)
Who? Who? (Who?)
I'ma act brand new like, "Who is them?"
Who in the fuck do you think you are?
Think I'm the man, I think I'm a star
I got the Perc' and the Xans in a jar
Chanel on my lens, I can see far