Hermes Sheets

ian (Trap)

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    (Ha-ha-ha)
    (Hermès bedsheets, I'm 'bout to get the—, get the—)
    (It's nothin' flashy, spent a hundred—, hundred—)

    Huh, Hermès bedsheets, I'm 'bout to get the best sleep
    I get it fastly, they just can't understand it
    It's nothin' flashy, spent a hundred bands on 'em (Huh)
    He runnin' past E, I got a full tank on
    Exotic coupe, I just took the brains out
    Them fake Ricks, I couldn't walk a damn mile
    I need my space, I just buy a second house
    Not sayin' shit, still gon' run that damn mouth

    We too far apart right now and it's startin' to feel too real
    He touch my guy, we Mortal Kombat finish him
    Just might be runnin' outta time, but that's okay
    Sometimes you gotta close yo' eyes and hope for better
    I-I-I might just lose my mind if I keep goin', money sign
    I'm probably gon' decline if I don't see mill's, it's gon' get hard
    But I'm climbin' up the mountain for you, bae
    So much time before we found out what we probably could've had

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    Huh, Hermès bedsheets, I'm 'bout to get the best sleep
    I get it fastly, they just can't understand it
    It's-it's nothin' flashy, spent a hundred bands on 'em (Huh)
    He runnin' past E, I got a full tank on
    Exotic coupe, I just took the brains out
    Them fake Ricks, I couldn't walk a damn mile
    I need my space, I just buy a second house
    Not sayin' shit, still gon' run that damn mouth

    Huh, go ahead and keep yo' comments, I'm fine without 'em, whether you like it or not
    I take a piece of yo' mind and find a way out, I am not stayin' the night
    He wanna come 'round now, was countin' me out, he'll never do that again
    Been in that fit for three damn months, look like the cat just dragged him in
    Cayenne Porsche, throw it in sport, I almost lost my lunch (Yeah)
    Very important, I'm in the store sippin' on sparklin' water, huh
    Ridin' the bench, tryna get in, he gotta beg his coach
    This car got two damn seats, one for me, one for my bad lil' ho

    Hermès bedsheets, I'm 'bout to get the best sleep
    I get it fastly, they just can't understand it
    It's nothin' flashy, spent a hundred bands on 'em
    He runnin' past E, I got a full tank on (Yeah)
    Exotic coupe, I just took the brains out
    Them fake Ricks, I couldn't walk a damn mile
    I need my space, I just buy a second house
    Not sayin' shit, still gon' run that damn mouth

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    Composition: Ian Smith and Asmil Rodriguez

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