Lyrics

M Huncho – any minute Lyrics

M Huncho any minute Lyrics, Slim any minute Lyrics

That’s Germ
(Won’t catch me trippin’ on a bitch)
Yo, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Unless she’s on the floor)

Won’t catch me trippin’ on a bitch, unless she’s on the floor
Won’t catch me baggin’ up this butter, unless I bagged the road
Been on so many tours, that was all before the tour (All before the tour)
Four pipes on the whip, this ain’t no regular exhaust (On God)
Do somethin’ for me (Yeah)
Tell my young boy go and drop somethin’ for me (Drop somethin’ for me)
Don’t come back unless the ting all bodied (Yeah)
Got a call of duty now he’s waitin’ in the lobby
And I trap like it’s a hobby, yeah
So turnt up (Turnt)
I don’t even need to show my face
Tote the metal ’round the ends like a parade for a cop
And I only sip red or purp’ for my cup
Made all this money, it don’t feel like it’s enough
Flyin’ birds, I did some doves
Pushin’ came to shove, I invested in some guns
And one-fifty in some rounds (One-fifty in some rounds), uh
Don’t compare me to these punks now (Please, don’t compare me to these punks, bitch)

We ain’t the same
This shit’s built from pain (Pain)
This is built from losses and I charge ’em to the game (Yeah)
If I fell out my brothers, take your secrets to the grave (To the grave)
I’m fully paid, watch is plain, got no face, got my name
I got no prison time (Time)
It can change any minute
Got my runner at my house, updates every minute (Updates every minute)
Used to fuck this one ho, we ain’t fucked in a minute (We ain’t fucked in a minute)
If I ever need a… he’ll be there in a minute (He’ll be there in a minute)

Come walk with me (Yeah)
Yo, this Day-Date 40 cost forty-three
I pattern up accordingly (I pattern)
Yo, I can show you how to level up
I can show you how to pebble grab and turn them bricks into mortgages (Let’s work)
We ain’t the same, you ain’t like me, no
I got lifers on my phone that wanna know about the life on road
I push the ‘Rari with the top down, I take my top off and get my foot down
Get rich and never looked down on that brother (Slim)
Yo, let’s turn the phones on and have a mad summer (Yeah)
Cah ‘012, I was a crack runner (Crack)
I put the mandem on the phone and introduced them to some mad numbers
I’m put in work to get the trap jumpin’ (Servin’)
Ayo, I built this from the bottom
I stayed on that sofa, just shottin’
Who’s sellin’? We cuffin’, yeah
I got brothers that I love but can’t work with
Brothers that will but got birded, it’s Slim

We ain’t the same
This shit’s built from pain (Pain)
This is built from losses and I charge ’em to the game (Yeah)
If I fell out my brothers, take your secrets to the grave (To the grave)
I’m fully paid, watch is plain, got no face, got my name
I got no prison time (Time)
It can change any minute
Got my runner at my house, updates every minute (Updates every minute)
Used to fuck this one ho, we ain’t fucked in a minute (We ain’t fucked in a minute)
If I ever need a… he’ll be there in a minute (He’ll be there in a minute)

I’ll have it there in a second (Rapid)
Movin’ Mel Gibson with a lethal weapon, I was outside givin’ testers (What you want?)
You ain’t took losses, had to hit the stove and overstretch it
Told the fiends he’ll be good on the next one, you get it?
I know the pain, I know the graff
Fully paid, I’m full of heart
Eight years, I done the half
I know the game, it’s just a part
I tell ’em, do somethin’ for me
And don’t come back until you… somethin’ for me
Don’t compare me to these guys