Harvey Stripes - Hallelujah lyrics
rate meMy outfit is in danger, Louboutin on my main bitch
My seat soft as a baby, Jesus Christ and that major
All these eyes on me ‘cause all these diamonds on me
They’re mind is 90 degrees, cross … two Gs
Got a bitch on each of my arms, though
Both are legally blonde hoes, both got diesel and grounds boat
Colombians, I am Pablo, my Jeremy Scott’s peculiar
Met me a rough in Bermuda, Jesus peace so huge marked, thought GOD was my jeweler
Alright niggas, ain’t love us
I’m all night in this Range Rover
Thank God I’mma change clothes
These hating niggas spectators and these hoes on my wrist, on folds
Hallelujah, ain’t a nigga never gone broke
Hallelujah, tell me how my chick is so cold
Hallelujah, you know these niggas don’t know how I do it
Hallelujah
The fakers and niggas fold, that’s why I’m keeping it real
Hallelujah
Some niggas just keep it real ‘cause we be ready to kill
Hallelujah
Are you …dollar, why is your cologne on my collar?
Bet alone is 1000, young Michael Jordan, I’m balling
All these hoes is on me ‘cause all this dough in my jeans
Pockets holding obese, rocks so cold I might sneeze
Got a white house like Obama, white cloud of that ganja
White Porsche when I’m parking, white horse, they managing
Ice cold as a freezer, stripes more like a zebra
Order Lou … and pour it up for Aaliyah
Paid the price, 30 bottles in that ice
Same night, 30 models, mad dykes
Take advice, it ain’t about that life
I said it twice, it ain’t about that life
Hoodie low, Trayvon, couple hoes, James Bond
Double O, zee, that fucking coke A1
That’s a recipe wasted, drink Hennessey, great bread
Hope my enemies stay dead, rest in peace, amen, let’s pray
Alright niggas, ain’t love us
I’m all night in this Range Rover
Thank God I’mma change clothes
These hating niggas spectators and these hoes on my wrist, on folds
Hallelujah, ain’t a nigga never gone broke
Hallelujah, tell me how my chick is so cold
Hallelujah, you know these niggas don’t know how I do it
Hallelujah
The fakers and niggas fold, that’s why I’m keeping it real
Hallelujah
Some niggas just keep it real ‘cause we be ready to kill
Hallelujah
Niggas be worried ‘bout these minor bitches
I’m just focused on my classy primadonna bitches
These niggas be switching they stitches
They singing like niggas behind the riches
I’m drinking, I’m smoking, I’m taking your hoe
And I got that bitch kinda tipsy
Oh, yeah, no, it’s no loud like two chains and this out
I go bare shooting that black thing, I’m like Bruce Wayne in this hoe
I got big money, that big money, that shit is long as my dick money
That one night with your bitch money, that nigga goddamn you’re rich money
Black paint on that Benzo, front with me get sent for
My shit be like tenfold, my bitch big like tempo
In this thing like shut up, gimme brain I’m like what up
I’m pissed as shit ‘cause this bitch I’m with done got my seats all wet up
I got flows and I got hoes and my ride shows ‘cause I’m winning
I know fakes and I got foes and I got dough ‘cause I’m scheming
She with me ‘cause just because, it’s my time and I’m all tied
Because of them same reasons that chick gonna be all on top of this mutt
Alright niggas, ain’t love us
I’m all night in this Range Rover
Thank God I’mma change clothes
These hating niggas spectators and these hoes on my wrist, on folds
Hallelujah, ain’t a nigga never gone broke
Hallelujah, tell me how my chick is so cold
Hallelujah, you know these niggas don’t know how I do it
Hallelujah
The fakers and niggas fold, that’s why I’m keeping it real
Hallelujah
Some niggas just keep it real ‘cause we be ready to kill
Hallelujah
