Heems - Himanshu Freestyles lyrics

rate me

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.

Thanks to Himansu for correcting these lyrics