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Track: Das Him
Artist: UnoTheActivist
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Name: UnoTheActivist
Spotify Genres: rage rap, cloud rap, melodic rap
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Atlanta rapper

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LYRICS

Oh, yeah
Yeah
Oh
I get so high, I could sit on God's knees
I took LSD, now I'm one with the trees
I bought her some Popeyes, she think she a queen
I fuck her, I pop my head just like a spleen
This ho must be French, always talkin' 'bout "oui"
We know damn as well what you see, you into me
I have no emotion when I'm on that bean
You gotta look twice, it's CC on my feet
These hoes on my skin like a dog with some fleas
"Who havin' drip?" I'm like, "Who do you think?"
I open my eyes, she like, "Who do you see?"
Very rare drip from Riccardo Tisci

I walk in this bitch, she like, "Who is him?"
I walk with the bag, they knew that was him
I ain't seen nobody that's cool as him
I'ma act brand new like, "Who is them?"
Who? Who? (Yeah)
Who? Who? (Dig?)
Who? Who? (Who?)
I'ma act brand new like, "Who is them?"
Who in the fuck do you think you are?
Think I'm the man, I think I'm a star
I got the Perc' and the Xans in a jar
Chanel on my lens, I can see far (Ha)

Yeah (Yeah)
I'm in the Tesla, I step out the car
She is impressive, she put that shit on
AMG Benz just pullin' up next to my car
We ain't the same, I be killing 'em all (Pew)
.40 gon' hit him, he long gone
Chanel, Number (N)ine on her trenchcoat
Giuseppe stepping on these little hoes
.40 gon' kiss him, no mistletoe
That nigga, he green, he Piccolo
I told you these niggas is hoes, no gigolo
Like a bird, she bend that shit over, she pigeon-toed (Brr)
New watch on my wrist, they mistake me for snowglobe (Ice)
My new ho from Austin, no Stone Cold
She ride the dick, said she have fun at this rodeo
I take these trips 'round the globe, I don't stop at all

Who? Who? (Dog with some fleas)
Who? Who? (Yeah)
Who? (What do you see?)
Who? (Dig?) Who? (Yeah)
I walk in this bitch, she like, "Who is him?"
I walk with the bag, they knew that was him
I ain't seen nobody that's cool as him
I'ma act brand new like, "Who is them?"
Who? Who? (Yeah)
Who? Who? (Dig?)
Who? Who? (Who?)
I'ma act brand new like, "Who is them?" (Yeah)
Who in the fuck do you think you are?
Think I'm the man, I think I'm a star
I got the Perc' and the Xans in a jar
Chanel on my lens, I can see far
Far
(Yeah)

I get so high, I could sit on God's knees
I took LSD, now I'm one with the trees
I bought her some Popeyes, she think she a queen
I fuck her, I pop my head just like a spleen
This ho must be French, always talkin' 'bout "oui"
We know damn as well what you see, you into me
I have no emotion when I'm on that bean
You gotta look twice, it's CC on my feet
These hoes on my skin like a dog with some fleas
"Who havin' drip?" I'm like, "Who do you think?"
I open my eyes, she like, "Who do you see?"
Very rare drip from Riccardo Tisci

I walk in this bitch, she like, "Who is him?"
I walk with the bag, they knew that was him
I ain't seen nobody that's cool as him
I'ma act brand new like, "Who is them?"
Who? Who? (Yeah)
Who? (What?) Who? (Dig?)
Who? Who? (Who?)
I'ma act brand new like, "Who is them?"
Who in the fuck do you think you are?
Think I'm the man, I think I'm a star
I got the Perc' and the Xans in a jar
Chanel on my lens, I can see far