Tommy Ice, Lil Wintr - HMU lyrics
[Tommy Ice, Lil Wintr - HMU lyrics]
Pretty Boy Ron! Yeah
Your bitch, she hitting me up
She want the sex, I need top
Hop in the Benz with my bucks
Taking no L's, only dubs
I hop in a plane and land in Atlanta
I sip mud, got tech in my Fanta
Pull up to the club
Throw ones at the dancers
She blowing up my phone, I don't wanna answer
Your bitch, she hitting me up
She want the sex, I need top
Hop in the Benz with my bucks
Taking no L's, only dubs
I hop in a plane and land in Atlanta
I sip mud, got tech in my Fanta
Pull up to the club
Throw ones at the dancers
She blowing up my phone, I don't wanna answer
I don't know, who are you? No
I do not want the love
Yeah, she taking photos, me and Tommy, uh
Runnin' it up
She say who am I, lil' bitch who are you?
She fuck with my mind, she just want the loot
Stay one my (N) ine's, pull up in my Trues
I don't got the time for niggas who lose
Runnin' it up, hop in the Benz
Run to the bank, chasin' a check
We in LA, yeah, in and out of state, yeah
Runnin' it up, I'ma hop in a Benz
Too many pills, I've been losing my friends
I've been alive for so many years
I been shedding too many tears
Too many tears but that's not enough
They keep on hating, they not showing love
These bitches is low, I'm so above
I wanna link, I don't wanna cuff
Say to your face, I don't wanna chill
How you get mad 'cause I'm keeping it real?
How you get mad 'cause I'm keeping it real?
How you get mad 'cause I'm keeping it real?
Your bitch, she hitting me up
She want the sex, I need top
Hop in the Benz with my bucks
Taking no L's, only dubs
I hop in a plane and land in Atlanta
I sip mud, got tech in my Fanta
Pull up to the club
Throw ones at the dancers
She blowing up my phone, I don't wanna answer
Your bitch, she hitting me up
She want the sex, I need top
Hop in the Benz with my bucks
Taking no L's, only dubs
I hop in a plane and land in Atlanta
I sip mud, got tech in my Fanta
Pull up to the club
Throw ones at the dancers
She blowing up my phone, I don't wanna answer
Your bitch, she hitting me up
She want the sex, I need top
Hop in the Benz with my bucks
Taking no L's, only dubs
I hop in a plane and land in Atlanta
I sip mud, got tech in my Fanta
Pull up to the club
Throw ones at the dancers
She blowing up my phone, I don't wanna answer
Your bitch, she hitting me up
She want the sex, I need top
Hop in the Benz with my bucks
Taking no L's, only dubs
I hop in a plane and land in Atlanta
I sip mud, got tech in my Fanta
Pull up to the club
Throw ones at the dancers
She blowing up my phone, I don't wanna answer
I don't know, who are you? No
I do not want the love
Yeah, she taking photos, me and Tommy, uh
Runnin' it up
She say who am I, lil' bitch who are you?
She fuck with my mind, she just want the loot
Stay one my (N) ine's, pull up in my Trues
I don't got the time for niggas who lose
Runnin' it up, hop in the Benz
Run to the bank, chasin' a check
We in LA, yeah, in and out of state, yeah
Runnin' it up, I'ma hop in a Benz
Too many pills, I've been losing my friends
I've been alive for so many years
I been shedding too many tears
Too many tears but that's not enough
They keep on hating, they not showing love
These bitches is low, I'm so above
I wanna link, I don't wanna cuff
Say to your face, I don't wanna chill
How you get mad 'cause I'm keeping it real?
How you get mad 'cause I'm keeping it real?
How you get mad 'cause I'm keeping it real?
Your bitch, she hitting me up
She want the sex, I need top
Hop in the Benz with my bucks
Taking no L's, only dubs
I hop in a plane and land in Atlanta
I sip mud, got tech in my Fanta
Pull up to the club
Throw ones at the dancers
She blowing up my phone, I don't wanna answer
Your bitch, she hitting me up
She want the sex, I need top
Hop in the Benz with my bucks
Taking no L's, only dubs
I hop in a plane and land in Atlanta
I sip mud, got tech in my Fanta
Pull up to the club
Throw ones at the dancers
She blowing up my phone, I don't wanna answer