lirik lagu perrion – harlem envy
[verse 1: perrion]
harlem n-gga on the rise
this sh-t come easy, i don’t even try
i just seperate from the fakes, two face
want to smile up in your face and tell a bunch of lies
n-gga f-ck that bullsh-t
i’m on the cool sh-t
i know n-ggas who always keep full clips
keep that tool equipped for you sh-t heads
no chlorine; clean them out like some pool sh-t
don’t believe? take a visit to my town
i know ogs that hol’ the block down
i been around; i seen it all
my n-ggas’ records ain’t clean at all
never told a lie, i mean it all
n-gga p-ss the moe, i’ll drink it all
i don’t give a f-ck what you think at all
these gold digging hoes get no cream at all
my team is strong; home team
raider clan, a$ap right by my side
that pretty young thing be moaning
she a bad b-tch who would ride or die
no e-v-e but she’d peep the g
now she fiending, want to creep with me
and she love the d, when i give it to her
but still sl-t, you get no f-cking mula
sl!ck with the words i’mma f-cking ruler
n-ggas cold with the flow we be f-cking cooler
get on stage, bet they f-cking boo ya
fake n-ggas, i can see right f-cking through ya
had to catch my breath
carrots, poison, pearls keep me fresh to death
we getting it and you getting nothing
and that’s real sh-t, why y’all n-ggas fronting?
[hook]
i’m camo down to my boxers, gold t–th, a bathing ape (5x)
it’s animals in my projects like monkeys, orangutans
[bridge: asap ferg]
this is m-th-f-ckin’ d-ferg
reporting live from the m-th-f-ckin’ b-side
harlem world where the g’s ride
sippin’ henny, smoke a blunt, you know we be high
[verse 2: asap ferg]
sippin that dough, get a smack tho
similac ho wanna suck on my b-lls
semi-mac go though, oh look it they know
let his brain go, in durango
through his kangol, david blaine ho
disappear if you talking that sh-t
spit a motherf-cking clip through your motherf-cking hip
hammer in my pants, i’m too legit to quit
moving, i clear through your crib
fifth move the couch and the room’ll get big
i don’t give a f-ck if a tomb in your head
home improvement, this n-gga got fixed
[verse 3: slim dollars]
uh, slim dollars, smoke some b-tch, light up
is you catching what i’m throwing, pick it up like stripper money
slim dollars, hug hef swag looking bunnies
i’m in the grotto, trippy is the motto
pop a few purps, b-tches sipping on my bottle
i’m not a role model, not the n-gga you should follow
i hope they get the point like a tip on the hollow
mark jacobs in the flesh, baby blow me like a breath
i don’t need support like a pair of f-cking br–sts
strapped like a bra put your animals to rest
veterinarian, yes we are scary and
my weed red n-ggas gonna trip their heads on that
y’all acting like b-tches, i swear i got b-tches
that get more b-tches than you b-tches
you riding trill wave, when these n-ggas going fishing
give them the hook, you n-ggas know i’m gonna finish
i give them the hook, these n-ggas know i’m finished
actually, got the city on the map
go them running on the track like subway raps
got love for the trap even though i’m in the rap
like fat lady backs i’m familiar with the crack
where they at? i’ll tell you where they been
if you ain’t been around i’m blowing by you like the wind
chicago with the breeze, i’m chilly without the cheese
and if santa working i’ll spit a hunnit degrees
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