DOM KENNEDY, Jayson Cash - Him lyrics
[DOM KENNEDY, Jayson Cash - Him lyrics]
Yeah dom Kennedy and Jayson Cash at the door
Yeah, promise I always keep this shit player
And never stress about no shit
That we can fix later as a youngin’
Always knew that I would get paper
‘Cause I’m a star
I ain’t no motherfuckin’ bitch player
Old-school, I rock Dickies with
My Chuck Taylors been Davis and I eat
Arizona Tea’s
Kiwi-Strawberry my favorite flavor
But you don’t know about it
You wasn’t outside before I had a watch
The street lights used to tell the time
Time passes, backwood ashes
Used to didn’t want me but
Money made me attractive
Or maybe it’s the fashion or maybе it’s the
Fact this cologne hit her nosе like traffic
Fuck her whole day up ‘cause
She don’t want it
But that shit gon’ make her say sum’
You ain’t even gotta say it, girl I know
I’m really like that
So hop your pretty ass up in my
Whip and we be right back
Just don’t ask where I been (yeah)
And don’t play ‘cause I’m him (Uh, huh)
My name whole weight where I stay (yeah)
These dudes can’t play how I play, I say
One, two, three and to the four
Dom Kennedy and Jayson Cash at the door
Started out with lint pockets
Now I’m worth O’s
If you want this money baby
Get it off the floor
This the flyest thing comin’ out the aux cord
I hit South Coast Plaza every time I’m bored
Had a good run now I’m back for more
It’s the Art of War, bro of that I’m sure
You gotta score, score more so the team win
I done lost friends, tryna stack M’s
But when I’m by myself I feel real blessed
To drop dough on a car with no credit check
Just don’t ask where I been (Uh)
And don’t play ‘cause I’m him (yeah)
My name whole weight where I stay (Ay)
These dudes can’t play how I play, I say
One, two, three and to the four
Dom Kennedy and Jayson Cash at the door
(yeah)
Yeah, promise I always keep this shit player
And never stress about no shit
That we can fix later as a youngin’
Always knew that I would get paper
‘Cause I’m a star
I ain’t no motherfuckin’ bitch player
Old-school, I rock Dickies with
My Chuck Taylors been Davis and I eat
Arizona Tea’s
Kiwi-Strawberry my favorite flavor
But you don’t know about it
You wasn’t outside before I had a watch
The street lights used to tell the time
Time passes, backwood ashes
Used to didn’t want me but
Money made me attractive
Or maybe it’s the fashion or maybе it’s the
Fact this cologne hit her nosе like traffic
Fuck her whole day up ‘cause
She don’t want it
But that shit gon’ make her say sum’
You ain’t even gotta say it, girl I know
I’m really like that
So hop your pretty ass up in my
Whip and we be right back
Just don’t ask where I been (yeah)
And don’t play ‘cause I’m him (Uh, huh)
My name whole weight where I stay (yeah)
These dudes can’t play how I play, I say
One, two, three and to the four
Dom Kennedy and Jayson Cash at the door
Started out with lint pockets
Now I’m worth O’s
If you want this money baby
Get it off the floor
This the flyest thing comin’ out the aux cord
I hit South Coast Plaza every time I’m bored
Had a good run now I’m back for more
It’s the Art of War, bro of that I’m sure
You gotta score, score more so the team win
I done lost friends, tryna stack M’s
But when I’m by myself I feel real blessed
To drop dough on a car with no credit check
Just don’t ask where I been (Uh)
And don’t play ‘cause I’m him (yeah)
My name whole weight where I stay (Ay)
These dudes can’t play how I play, I say
One, two, three and to the four
Dom Kennedy and Jayson Cash at the door
(yeah)