Nirvana [Hello]
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Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low (Entertain us)
Hello, hello, hello, how low
(Here we are now)
Hello, hello, hello, how low (Entertain us)
Hello, hello, hello, how low (I feel stupid)
My money bag heavy in every town I lock up
(Woo) loafs of bread jumping out the
Toaster when I pop up (yeah)
Because my stocks up
These bitches get their rocks up
When the dick poke their Facebook
And fill their inbox up
You niggas full of shit like
Toilets when they stopped up
That's when I let your chick come
Through and lick my lollipop up
Yeah, there ain't no need to call the doc' up
I kill you niggas quick
Somebody need to call the cops up
The streets is my vagina how I
Always fuck the blocks up
I'm always in the kitchen
I don't ever put the pots up
Regardless what you feel
It's the god paradoxed up
Like you deserve the right and
We should motherfuckin' swap up
Witness the god of the bouncing of hands
My niggas know I'ma blow and hit 'em
And I hang 'em and you know
I'ma go and I'ma kill 'em
And I'm in your seat the way
Y'all do it to the end
And I stop and then I come and then
I go and then I kill a nigga
Ran up when I get up on
The beat and then catch another
And then I roll up on their ass
Like I'm whippin' in a Phantom
See the way a nigga doin' it again!
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low (Entertain us)
Hello, hello, hello, how low
(Here we are now)
Hello, hello, hello, how low (Entertain us)
Hello, hello, hello, how low (I feel stupid)
Swisher rolled tight, the clique roll tighter
I wave my red flag like a fucking bullfighter
Yeah, bitch, like the L Boogie
I've been around the world
There's no place like pussy (yeah)
Take one shot for my pain
One drink for my sorrow
I ain't doing well, bitch
I'm doing Wells Fargo
I get on the beat and leave the bitch bloody
Keep a hungry bitch with me that'll
Eat a bitch for me
You could blame it on the Wayne
It's all my fault
Bitch, I go hard, concrete sidewalk
Yeah, in Young Money we trust
You'd rather sleep with the enemy
Than sleep on us i got the game in my hand
I'm playing keep away
Don't judge me, I'ma beat the case
Yeah, big hall, blue lights
Big dog, roofs twice
I'm the crap, two dice, Tunechi
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low (Entertain us)
Hello, hello, hello, how low
(Here we are now)
Hello, hello, hello, how low (Entertain us)
Hello, hello, hello, how low (I feel stupid)