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Hermes Sheets

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Asmil Rodriguez
Asmil Rodriguez
Songwriter
Ian O'Neill Smith
Ian O'Neill Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Ian O'Neill Smith
Ian O'Neill Smith
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(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 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 Show me a time before we found out what we probally could've had 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 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 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 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
Writer(s): Asmil Rodriguez, Ian Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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