Yeah, I wrote this one, for someone I met on Hinge. Hah. Yeah, yeah. Let’s get it. H I N G E.
Rapping to this fly chick I met on Hinge, bet I’ll binge on why I’m sick, but not as in cringe. As in so ill, go chill that’s what they used to tell me. Being short fused, now that didn’t ail me. I sport mused thoughts that I lay out on ink. What I say they doubt, until I shrink. They ego with what we know is my life. Basketball, y’all know that my wife. The casket all sizes fit, so do the prizes wit’, the increase in fame, but to cease the name. That’s jealous, and fellas, want what you got. Flaunt that you shot, but every shot I take I make. I shake an enemy, make them a distant memory, I am the remedy to an inner spree, of hate, my love great, it fight and it win. Take it for a spin, I don’t fake, I’m right, aight?
Yeah. Yeah.
Hinge, the best dating app. Fuck Tinder that hinder, it the best rating app. Fuck Bumble that crumble, it the best mating app. This is A Hype approved, from others I have moved.
Hinge, the best dating app. Fuck Tinder that hinder, it the best rating app. Fuck Bumble that crumble, it the best mating app. This is A Hype approved, from others I have moved.
Hinge, the best dating app. Fuck Tinder that hinder, it the best rating app. Fuck Bumble that crumble, it the best mating app. This is A Hype approved, from others I have moved.
