Headie One – Hear No Evil Lyrics

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Headie One Hear No Evil Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
We get money and brand new Pradas
I can’t front ’cause niggas be ballin’
I got the bando jumpin’ like Spalding
Get your hit up, get sliced in the face
Ain’t no love for no nigga who hate
I got the hood on lock, it’s laced
Ain’t no witnesses, ain’t no traces
Pluto
[Verse 1: Headie One]
Yuh, hear no evil, see no evil (Turn, turn)
Lil’ bro done a drill while I was in Dubai eatin’ seafood (Turn, turn, turn, turn, woo, turn, ayy)
When that block pop, no diesel
Unlimited pistols but that shotgun too [?]
My hitters tryna do it like Beanie Sigel
Get down or lay it down (Bah, bah)
Get down or lay it down, our smoke and theirs ain’t got the same sound
On thе bando floor, there’s needles
Not a wirе or strip in your mouth
Never can we sleep on the [?]
Right now we’re just throwin’ Ls down
Our hustle was the way of livin’
They ain’t see the vision, Ray Charles, Ray Charles (Ayy)
But we not playin’ foul, money, respect, and power
Opp man still tryna chase that clout
But we fill the air with gunpowder
Bad b come to the niz
Eyes up, face down, she in love with the flick
Said her ledge is wet, lookin’ like I let her come on my wrist
All the times I whipped
I left her as a D on the sink
All the times that I lost that smoke
I had the Fed tryna search for my prints (Ah, ah)
When I think it’s run, though
When I rise, I’m not brushin’ my teeth (Turn)
I run up those dreams, still holdin’ my heart
Still holdin’ my soul, I got it in ink, yeah
[Verse 2: Future & Headie One]
Hear no evil, see no evil
On the bando floor was needles
We do numbers like we Beatles
I go bonkers swervin’ the Beamer
They wanna bite my drip, mosquito
Rockin’ vintage by Moschino
Walk in Chanel and spent a kilo
Got my magazine like Benzino
Breakin’ up bank three days like CeeLo
Makin’ a movie, Al Pacino
Split your throat, it’s like a free throw
Hop in a ghost with a bag, your P.O.
Hoppin’ in Paris like I’m mobbin’ in Rio
They can’t compare me, I’m livin’ la vida
Wrappin’ up bail, I’m like a burrito
Talk on the head, tryna get my C notes (Turn, turn)
[Chorus: Headie One]
Hear no evil, see no evil
To show you I be home in twenty-eight days
I thought it was a standard R.I.C.O.
We come out illegal, Mary just come out in Dior
Concierge come out with [?], G17 is a free-throw
We go outta cup for the peoples
My life’s like a movie, one car less like the sequel
I feel ever-critical, givin’ advice to the juvies
Five lanes and [?]
I ride it around like I’m new to this
I know these VVS, they jewelers
[Verse 3: Headie One]
That’s us in the night, red light
And the dawg goes off, I know it’s tried
Leave me alone, I don’t know who scattered
The phone’s not mine, I don’t know them class
He was tight and we would fly them
You was high, then was was glidin’
Off that safety be hurt your landin’
Purple spread, coronavirus
Scoreboard done whitewashed
Sir, are the opps in mind?
That’s fine, that’s keepers, but we can’t find them
Thought an extra man on E like Cyrus
Throw that in two-two, throw that it on niners
Would’ve been added, but it ain’t at ya
Crossed on M-P when it went empty
Man just pissed ’cause they wanna be like us
Look at the timepieces, timeless
Look at the nuzzles, silent
Lifestyle flicky, step with a blicky, act is violent
Whole world isn’t safe, I better be sittin’ all pretty
Hear no evil, see no evil, she wanna buy the boy like Diddy
[Verse 4: Future]
My lifestyle, look at the flick of the wrist
Lookin’ hot when you’re flippin’ the brick
Forty-one points, VVS on swish
Livin’ this life in the cameras and lights
Hell of a life when you covered in ice
Had the hot boys, I can get precise
Takin’ her down on a private flight
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
[Chorus: Headie One]
Hear no evil, see no evil
To show you I be home in twenty-eight days
I thought it was a standard R.I.C.O.
We come out illegal, Mary just come out in Dior
Concierge come out with [?], G17 is a free-throw
We go outta cup for the peoples
My life’s like a movie, one car less like the sequel
I feel ever-critical, givin’ advice to the juvies
Five lanes and [?]
I ride it around like I’m new to this
I know these VVS, they jewelers
[Outro: Future]
Rasta boy, [?], bomboclaat, slice the throat
Rasta boy, [?], bomboclaat, slice the throat
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder

Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder

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