Himanshu Freestyles Songtext

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von Wild Water Kingdom

Himanshu Freestyles Songtext
Yeah, yeah, yo! Yo!
Got my grind right, maybe get my mind right
Then get from the dark place, so I keep the wine white
Dirty wine right, behind sight
The wine red and I'm like a riddle and riddle king
Riddling river man, river phoenix, future sizzling in the air
Middle man meddling and many issues frigid
And simmering Zimmerman silly puddy scissoring
We move out the cold, kamarabi, beefing himanshu
It's her rhyme probably
An eye for an eye a world as blind
Fucked up spine, the forefather 9
More fly than spies, himanshu
Rap game matavi, in the maserati singing him is the heem
I be, the number one saluter, in a supred up supra
I'm super, with a bidy watching loop up
I'm with the shooter watching hangy with mister cooper
Cause that's my show, got a lot of bars and I got a lot of flow
As new york it's mighty six when it's slow
Cooler than a day off school, ot free throw player of cool
Fucking slayer, fuck the flavor, rapping big ball
Grind major, player, since the pager, new york mayor
Though I shake hands and kiss babies
Sugar mommies lace me with the butter named the the avy
Peace to abby and his brother naji
And drunk on the corner call him papi
I dipped into my stash again
Holy moly Vatican, attica got a ...
Harassing that, think I got good.