Joey Bada$$ - Hilary $wank lyrics
Joey Badass [Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott] Brooklyn, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Joey Bada$$ - Hilary $wank lyrics]
We don't say swag no more, we say swank
Yo, yo, hip-hop's a jungle
Uh, lost in his time
I'm just tryna get it like
A boss in his prime
These fake niggas sublime
Light for fine sights
Wishing we'll fortune but the
Price ain't quite right
The slice ain't quite ripe
Still pulling strings how I fly
But I don't like kites
How they gon' treat Brooklyn's finest
Not as fine as diamonds? And fine nice
Surrounded by hard flow like Icelands
Now we getting icing, finances nice
And I don't like surprises
I like superb prices rising
It's the least I could do
These verses priceless rehearse in private
Reverse her eyelid until she curse in silent
(insolent)
Got a problem solve it, all my Pros solids
We all gon' dine and until then we mobbing
So don't push me, uh, I'm close to the pussy
Even closer to the knowledge
Dropped out of college in advance
Then hit the ground running like
It's ants in my pants
Honey, Pop was a bumbaclot and
Had a queen bee Mommy
Uh, I love her to the tissue
Disrespect my blood and it's an issue
She like, "This you on the
Cover for real? Ah, you so official"
Now go ahead and buy you some
Shoes that really fit you
I know she always think of little me
But now I got big literally
Worldwide and physically
I'm saying I used to take
Walks around Little Italy
Now I roam 'round Sicily and
I'm plotting on a milli
Hmmm, another loud pack, another proud cat
Hey, pound that
Hip-hop sounds been profound back
Slow down that metronome, nigga
Let it hit home when the
Specimen showin' gon' glitter
Gold and ices trigger, your true ideology
I can subtract one with the gun
That's true trigonometry
But that won't coincide with the
True nigga that I'mma be
He's royal poverty, I kicks philosophies
Not because I rock soccer tees
I ain't gon' beg but I can please
Rock your socks and sockets out your knees
Fulfil your needs with similes non-similar
Spit that unfamiliar, put that on familia
If you love hip-hop, ladies
Rub your papillas and fellas beat they chest
Like they silverback gorillas
It's the new age
Children of the crystal healers
Thinking I butterfly
I try catapult caterpillars
After years of constructing
They start assumptions
So I keep my circumference of
Deep fried friends like dumplings
But fuck that, my nigga, we munching
We hungry after years of constructing
They start assumptions
So I keep my circumference of
Deep fried friends like dumplings
But fuck that, my nigga, we munching
We hungry swanking, Swanking, Swanking
I see you, Jigga! Hilary Swanking
Alright, I'm off this
Yo, yo, hip-hop's a jungle
Uh, lost in his time
I'm just tryna get it like
A boss in his prime
These fake niggas sublime
Light for fine sights
Wishing we'll fortune but the
Price ain't quite right
The slice ain't quite ripe
Still pulling strings how I fly
But I don't like kites
How they gon' treat Brooklyn's finest
Not as fine as diamonds? And fine nice
Surrounded by hard flow like Icelands
Now we getting icing, finances nice
And I don't like surprises
I like superb prices rising
It's the least I could do
These verses priceless rehearse in private
Reverse her eyelid until she curse in silent
(insolent)
Got a problem solve it, all my Pros solids
We all gon' dine and until then we mobbing
So don't push me, uh, I'm close to the pussy
Even closer to the knowledge
Dropped out of college in advance
Then hit the ground running like
It's ants in my pants
Honey, Pop was a bumbaclot and
Had a queen bee Mommy
Uh, I love her to the tissue
Disrespect my blood and it's an issue
She like, "This you on the
Cover for real? Ah, you so official"
Now go ahead and buy you some
Shoes that really fit you
I know she always think of little me
But now I got big literally
Worldwide and physically
I'm saying I used to take
Walks around Little Italy
Now I roam 'round Sicily and
I'm plotting on a milli
Hmmm, another loud pack, another proud cat
Hey, pound that
Hip-hop sounds been profound back
Slow down that metronome, nigga
Let it hit home when the
Specimen showin' gon' glitter
Gold and ices trigger, your true ideology
I can subtract one with the gun
That's true trigonometry
But that won't coincide with the
True nigga that I'mma be
He's royal poverty, I kicks philosophies
Not because I rock soccer tees
I ain't gon' beg but I can please
Rock your socks and sockets out your knees
Fulfil your needs with similes non-similar
Spit that unfamiliar, put that on familia
If you love hip-hop, ladies
Rub your papillas and fellas beat they chest
Like they silverback gorillas
It's the new age
Children of the crystal healers
Thinking I butterfly
I try catapult caterpillars
After years of constructing
They start assumptions
So I keep my circumference of
Deep fried friends like dumplings
But fuck that, my nigga, we munching
We hungry after years of constructing
They start assumptions
So I keep my circumference of
Deep fried friends like dumplings
But fuck that, my nigga, we munching
We hungry swanking, Swanking, Swanking
I see you, Jigga! Hilary Swanking
Alright, I'm off this