Warren Hue – THIRTYNINE Lyrics

Warren Hue – THIRTYNINE Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Went to Los Angeles
Listen, all these weak boys hot D. Rose ankle is
Copy bro , avalanche
Way I’m too cold, turn a pro to a average
Prone to being goat, sheeps question my analysis
Tappin’ in with Chasu, BOTY on the calendars
Half ridiculous to half-assed rappers battlin’
Privileged kid, but they say I’m too immaculate
Immature, narcissist, cashing out the bag and shit
Ask assistant for the vision and the fashion shit
Fabric cleaning, Warren Hue is independent
No pretending
Use my check on white gold pendants
I’m offended, they put me in a certain box
What the fuck am I?
Do she love me or do she love K-Pop?
Wrist on zero ice
Am I a rapper or a perfect job?
College wasn’t all the options
I took a perfect route
Skrt, let me hop outside the Rari when I’m thirty nine
Let me hop outside the Rari when I’m thirty nine
Let me hop outside the Rari when I’m—

 Warren speaking morse code
Most bros can’t toe to toe we on ocho
New star rising from the local
Wear my beat up Nikes up in SoHo
Where my prom queen at? fuck knows, bitch
Upmost respect, top 40, bands inside of my G-Tex pants
I’m borderline a fucking different breed
On her light, she needs the please
She just needs some different seeds
Foreign headlight like the tip of these
Mountains that I’m climbing on
Everest, I don’t think I ever rest
10 percent, I still run my best verse in twenty minutes
I wear my Vans, indies in these street of Vans
Score three right on your head
You cappers, switch your name to Chance, bitch