HML lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck with me, uh

[Verse]
Dark skin, big di*k, with bands you can't beat it
Busting up the leaves she said "Damn you can’t eat it?"
b*tch hell naw, I ain't your friend I'm conceited
I’m the man b*tch you see it, diamonds dance like Aaliyah
Right hand up to Jesus, ion like her, Lil Mike her
Give me head if you thieving, I ain't staying b*tch I'm leaving
Hit her friend got her singing like the Pledge of Allegiance
Getting bread like a pita, yo' b*tch ran like a cheetah
My P popped a Xan and he leaning I'mma pray for him
I woke up counting bands it's a great morning, I'm on a roll like I'm skateboarding
The 40 on me I stay with that big b*tch but I ain’t Norbit
2 cellphones and your b*tch ain’t got either number, lil b*tch always tryna see me but I'm Stevie Wonder
She gave me head and I ain’t even f*ck her, I need a cover, I'm cold these n*ggas chilly like Keke Palmer

[Break]
How you doing pus*y n*gga? (How ya' doing?)
We been eating good
If I had one wish like Ray J, I wish a n*gga would

[Verse]
b*tch I'm from the East Side, 6 Mile n*gga
All these n*ggas tryna get down with us
Oh no, make a b*tch go home, throw a peace sign n*gga
Leave that b*tch hanging like a bee hive n*gga
I’m chilling, chilling, chilling in this b*tch
Boy I'm feeling like the sh*t up in this b*tch
n*gga that's your girl, I'm gon' toss some tints up in that b*tch
Tell her "Suck a n*gga di*k up in this b*tch I'm the man"
Recognize a motherf*ckin' boss when you see one
You a pus*y boy, I see through you like Capri-Sun
f*ck for five minutes, then I tell that b*tch "we done"
I make her bring it back, bring it back like a refund
Oh no, shout out my n*gga E, real n*gga since day one shout out my n*gga G
Snapback fresh lineup, shout out my n*gga Fe
Make your b*tch give me head put on a rubber she use teeth
Shoot the chopper at his feet when it's hotter than a beach
n*gga pick your favorite picture I'm gon prop it on a tee
Hit the booth and go crazy when I'm hopping on the beat
Ask about us we get it popping on the East (pus*y)
I got some real n*ggas in the West too
When I shoot your girl better wear a vest too
b*tch you stay tryna talk about your ex-boo, Ian tryna hear that sh*t, b*tch what that neck do
Cause I ain't cuffin-ating, my pimping underrated, all these hoes treat us like we f*cking famous
Getting head in public places, ion give a f*ck if the police catch me with a pistol at least I wasn't dangling
Walk in the club he staring at my wrist, while I'm staring at his b*tch, while she staring at my di*k
On my mama I am not a f*cking lick, f*ck you mean, come and see, Cash Kidd, double "D"
[Break]
f*ck with me motherf*cker
f*ck with me motherf*cker
f*ck with me motherf*cker
f*ck with me motherf*cker
Hit my line, hoe

[Verse]
Uh, Free Lee they got my mans up in the slammer
n*ggas tryna nail me so my hand stay on the hammer
You'll see your life flash like a camera
Banana clips put you to sleep, call that bananas in pajamas
f*ck a b*tch then call her a rat where's my manners, never call her back after I smash her
Got your main b*tch on my lap and I ain't Santa Claus pause
I ball like I got cancer, you know that mean I ball like Amber Rose, Y'all di*k sucking more than Amber Cole
I make it reindeer but I ain't prancer, no
I'mma bout to start Wild N' Out like the Nick Cannon show, b*tch

[Outro]
f*ck with me motherf*cker (Hoe)
f*ck with me motherf*cker (Hoe)
f*ck with me motherf*cker (Hoe)
Hit my line, hoe