Ryan Hemsworth - Hyperbolic Chamber Music (Ft: 9Gs, Antwon, Big Baby Gandhi, Chavis Chandler, Chippy Nonstop, Dizzy D, Don D, Fat Tony, Himself The Majestic, Isaiah Toothtaker,... | Текст песни

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• Ryan Hemsworth
• Hyperbolic Chamber Music (Ft: 9Gs, Antwon, Big Baby Gandhi, Chavis Chandler, Chippy Nonstop, Dizzy D, Don D, Fat Tony, Himself The Majestic, Isaiah Toothtaker,...

[Verse 1] (Mondre M.A.N.)
Main Attrakionz shit, big dreams
Got a lot of hope, we can take this shit wherever lil' cousin
Twenty dozen, still thuggin'
Grippin' on a lil' something, trying to triple the H
Hunter Hearst Hemsley
The "H" for the hustle if you get my pedigree
Tryna chill with the Emilies and Stephanies
Them loud ass nuggets get the best of me
This beat like a nic freak and I'm first to skeet

[Verse 2] (Squadda B)
Catch a flashback, it's school time with backpacks
This shit wild, my nigga, we grew past that
Get a lap dance by the money we worked so hard for
Superstar, ??? Italian, need a foreign car for
Colors on my clothes, rebel, like Darfur
They hypnotize the ghetto one by one when I make art for
Things change so I gotta move accordingly
All that talking, all that chilling that shit boring me
Five chapters who I live for, important to me
I get lost chasing my dreams, life's a snore to me
I get whatever I want, life's a whore to me
A self-made thousandaire, you recording me
Face like an I.D., yeah bitch I'm good here
Quit popping them tags, it's a new year
Face like an I.D., yeah bitch I'm good here
Quit popping them tags, it's a new year

[Verse 3] (TRPLBLK)
"Bruiser" (ad nauseum)

[Verse 4] (Chavis Chandler)
Bitches ain't shit
Ain't none of these hoes 'bout nothin'
And I don't really know what they want from me
But I love 'em, yeah I'll get my love, baby

[Verse 5] (TRPLBLK)
You fuckin' with a bruiser, you gotta play to win
Go get my money, wipe that cum off your chin
I set up a lick we get them boxes at ten
We celebrating with a lot of pussy juice and lot of Hen'
Blunt smoke, power back shots and long strokes
Gag reflexes, the bitch don't choke
Get Daddy bread and she bring it by the loaf
She like the way Daddy's semen coat her throat

[Verse 6] (Chavis Chandler)
This bitch is possessed by the gold Rolex
All she want is the sex and she
Tryna find words to get that penny up out of me with the fondling
But I ain't really about the shit, so
I try to think and be observant
This situation is happening current-ly
Oh, my God, she's tryna ruin me
Tryna run away with my heart, but I ain't gonna let her, cause naw
Bitches ain't shit
Ain't none of these hoes 'bout nothin'
And I don't really know what they want from me
But I love 'em, yeah I'll get my love, baby

[Verse 7] (Kool A.D.)
Kool A.D., D.R., Greedhead
Shout out to Clayton, the P.R. weedhead
Beat so smooth, you could call it yacht rap
You don't need a yacht, get your rich boy to cop that
Check me out, I'm Ice T
Hecka little cocoas wanna wife me
My money's so likely, I don't like it but I like me
Twice it but I like three, triple that, lickupon a nipple fat
Fake Jackson Pollack in a Danish hotel
All for the stories that your famous bro tell
Do a lot of shows and it go well
And if they don't, then "oh well"
Don't like to go to hell
Watch me when I get my money up I'mma go Chappelle
Long vacations in developing nations
Leaning on promethazine
Young brown Kreayshawn, shoulda been a cop, like Pace Won
R.I.P. Ason Unique, ayo, plus, also fuck B-Unique
Hoes in front rows at shows, I see you, freak
Every week shark week, I call it tuba week, short for ???
*speaking spanish or portuguese?*
See your boy in Costa Ric, a freakin' on a chocha Rica, yee-haw
Ride 'em cowboy, cheeba that curious strong, that Altoids

[Verse 8] (Big Baby Gandhi)
Hola, yo soy Nafis
Ya boy, ya beast, in a St. Croix fleece
??? sneaks, on the mic a joy to say the least
Off the mic, stay annoyin' my peeps
Asleep on the train, woke up on the boulevard
Weed, cocaine and the dope up on my boulevard
Where they pull your card