I love Young Hrt
I hate when I lie, but they hate when I'm honest
Had my own dream, they cannot sell me one
Ima' ball with my brothers like my name is Giannis
I tend to run when I start feeling something
It is not you, it sound lame but I promise
Give me a stim, I need to start healing up
She ain't got a car, but think she a goddess
She worth 'bout a double tree oh
They stayin' stuck under me, oh
I was just stuck in the ugly, oh
Now my whip is bumblebee, oh
Celebrate with the bubbly, oh
Moncler is cuddly, oh
They do not f*ck with me, oh
Cause they cannot f*ck with me, oh
I became a rapper, I knew I wasn't gon' be meant for the college
It's workin' out so I wan' put more in then what I got out it
Got this one girl, face so pretty
And she keep it solid
O Four Toyota, all of you hoes, just ran up the mileage
It's a cold world with this ice on
Too many calls need five phones
She listen to me on the ride home
She hit my phone"what am I on"
She hit my phone hear dial tone
They can't see me like they eyes gone
Love shouldn't hurt
But you proved to me that I'm wrong
I really did it, I swerved off the lot
Stop all that wolfin' your homie get dropped
He don't make money, addiction to thots
I can do anything, I cannot stop
I can do anything, I got the power
She listen to me for hours and hours
Told her I'm comin' just hopped in the shower
Keep goin' up like we buildin' a tower
Feel alive in the sunrise
God made him a flower
Got chicken like Popeye's
Got plenty of flour
He do not lock eyes
Know he a coward
In everyone's top five
My haters is sour
I can still remember
We ain't got no company, go check that door
Bullets through windows, don't get off the floor
I'm just a good kid who got his own tour
I'm just a hood kid, none less, none more
I'm just a good kid who got his own tour
I'm just a hood kid, none less, none more
I love Young Hrt
I hate when I lie, but they hate when I'm honest
Had my own dream, they cannot sell me one
Ima' ball with my brothers like my name is Giannis
I tend to run when I start feeling something
It is not you, it sound lame but I promise
Give me a stim, I need to start healing up
She ain't got a car, but think she a goddess
Young Hrt - Giannis Lyrics
Young Hrt - Giannis Lyrics
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I love Young Hrt
I hate when I lie, but they hate when I'm honest
Had my own dream, they cannot sell me one
Ima' ball with my brothers like my name is Giannis
I tend to run when I start feeling something
It is not you, it sound lame but I promise
Give me a stim, I need to start healing up
She ain't got a car, but think she a goddess
She worth 'bout a double tree oh
They stayin' stuck under me, oh
I was just stuck in the ugly, oh
Now my whip is bumblebee, oh
Celebrate with the bubbly, oh
Moncler is cuddly, oh
They do not f*ck with me, oh
Cause they cannot f*ck with me, oh
I became a rapper, I knew I wasn't gon' be meant for the college
It's workin' out so I wan' put more in then what I got out it
Got this one girl, face so pretty
And she keep it solid
O Four Toyota, all of you hoes, just ran up the mileage
It's a cold world with this ice on
Too many calls need five phones
She listen to me on the ride home
She hit my phone"what am I on"
She hit my phone hear dial tone
They can't see me like they eyes gone
Love shouldn't hurt
But you proved to me that I'm wrong
I really did it, I swerved off the lot
Stop all that wolfin' your homie get dropped
He don't make money, addiction to thots
I can do anything, I cannot stop
I can do anything, I got the power
She listen to me for hours and hours
Told her I'm comin' just hopped in the shower
Keep goin' up like we buildin' a tower
Feel alive in the sunrise
God made him a flower
Got chicken like Popeye's
Got plenty of flour
He do not lock eyes
Know he a coward
In everyone's top five
My haters is sour
I can still remember
We ain't got no company, go check that door
Bullets through windows, don't get off the floor
I'm just a good kid who got his own tour
I'm just a hood kid, none less, none more
I'm just a good kid who got his own tour
I'm just a hood kid, none less, none more
I love Young Hrt
I hate when I lie, but they hate when I'm honest
Had my own dream, they cannot sell me one
Ima' ball with my brothers like my name is Giannis
I tend to run when I start feeling something
It is not you, it sound lame but I promise
Give me a stim, I need to start healing up
She ain't got a car, but think she a goddess
I hate when I lie, but they hate when I'm honest
Had my own dream, they cannot sell me one
Ima' ball with my brothers like my name is Giannis
I tend to run when I start feeling something
It is not you, it sound lame but I promise
Give me a stim, I need to start healing up
She ain't got a car, but think she a goddess
She worth 'bout a double tree oh
They stayin' stuck under me, oh
I was just stuck in the ugly, oh
Now my whip is bumblebee, oh
Celebrate with the bubbly, oh
Moncler is cuddly, oh
They do not f*ck with me, oh
Cause they cannot f*ck with me, oh
I became a rapper, I knew I wasn't gon' be meant for the college
It's workin' out so I wan' put more in then what I got out it
Got this one girl, face so pretty
And she keep it solid
O Four Toyota, all of you hoes, just ran up the mileage
It's a cold world with this ice on
Too many calls need five phones
She listen to me on the ride home
She hit my phone"what am I on"
She hit my phone hear dial tone
They can't see me like they eyes gone
Love shouldn't hurt
But you proved to me that I'm wrong
I really did it, I swerved off the lot
Stop all that wolfin' your homie get dropped
He don't make money, addiction to thots
I can do anything, I cannot stop
I can do anything, I got the power
She listen to me for hours and hours
Told her I'm comin' just hopped in the shower
Keep goin' up like we buildin' a tower
Feel alive in the sunrise
God made him a flower
Got chicken like Popeye's
Got plenty of flour
He do not lock eyes
Know he a coward
In everyone's top five
My haters is sour
I can still remember
We ain't got no company, go check that door
Bullets through windows, don't get off the floor
I'm just a good kid who got his own tour
I'm just a hood kid, none less, none more
I'm just a good kid who got his own tour
I'm just a hood kid, none less, none more
I love Young Hrt
I hate when I lie, but they hate when I'm honest
Had my own dream, they cannot sell me one
Ima' ball with my brothers like my name is Giannis
I tend to run when I start feeling something
It is not you, it sound lame but I promise
Give me a stim, I need to start healing up
She ain't got a car, but think she a goddess
Writer: Christian Dellaero
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid