Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hello , by - Cam'Ron. Release date: 10.01.2020
Song language: English
Hello |
| Killa! |
| HELLO! |
| Rip Murph! |
| Talking to lead |
| I’m one of the last few |
| Had to get my respect it was past due |
| Through with my past |
| I just reminisce when I pass through |
| Moving them bags |
| Tryin' to get em flipped in my stash |
| Crew shooters that blast over the nonsense on the cash flew |
| Ask who was there when nobody actually cared |
| Real shit had to share his kicks for half of the year |
| And now I take mine and I take his daughter shopping |
| Same nigga pull up to your door with the.40 knockin' |
| I got niggas quarter coppin' |
| Coke in the water lockin' |
| All they ever knew was hustle cause they never saw an option |
| I’m hearin' the sneak dissin' |
| I’m tryin' to ignore the gossip |
| Third take better be an earthquake before I drop it |
| I hear the hoes ponderin' |
| I got a cult followin' |
| Joe Carroll, I throw arrows into your soul hollerin' |
| I probably not the most known but I’m the most confident |
| The most relatable, no debatable, most dominant |
| I’m in need of a blessin |
| I’m blowing weed to the heavens |
| Cause in my dream I was destined to see me speedin' in 7s |
| When you look in the mirror |
| And nigga see your reflection |
| Is you really or not |
| That’s the easiest question |
| I’m around OG’s |
| That was sellin' ki’s out the Westin |
| Never leave ya protection |
| And never speak off confessions |
| Y’all niggas getting lost on me |
| Only need a direction |
| Feel it when you look at his momma face |
| And see the aggression |
| DON |
| HELLO |
| Aw man |
| Harlem world |
| HELLO |
| High Bridge |
| HELLO |
| Bronx, Queens |
| HELLO |
| Brooklyn |
| HELLO |
| Staten Island |
| HELLO |
| Aw man |
| My bad ladies |
| HELLO |
| You gettin money? |
| HELLO |
| You fuck with snitches? |
| HELL No |
| Ok |
| HELLO |
| HELLO |
| HELLO |
| Aw man |
| He know killers |
| Ya’ll know Killa |
| Fast cars, speed boats, all sorts of villas |
| Bad girls, jewelry, drive-bys, chinchillas |
| RIP to Mike but I’m the real Thrilla |
| I’m done with that though |
| I ain’t beefin with the family man |
| Shit I’m still in the PJ’s like candy man |
| With dude sellin whole halves of candy yams |
| Despite that the garage look like candy land |
| Candy painted ain’t nothing about me tainted |
| Drove every car you name it |
| Look homie come get acquainted |
| Can’t change it or rearrange it |
| Disclaimer because I’m heinous |
| The 9 will make you famous |
| Blow! |
| That’s for the plaintiff |
| The gun range no goggles |
| The targets they testin nozzles |
| The bullets they on point |
| Them points you call hollows |
| In the club we get the bottles |
| We leave it we hit the throttle |
| Then pull up inside McDonalds with porn stars and models |
| Look nigga you can’t erase me, debate me, rape me I’m spacey |
| These bitches they want my baby |
| Nah baby, but you can taste me |
| The guns got no safety |
| In DC for when they grazed me |
| And I ain’t been postin' lately |
| Ya’ll would really hate me |
| Yeah homie, it’s a blessin |
| I’m here to answer the questions |
| I’m the OG Don Q was talkin about at the Westin |
| Yeah, yeah baby let that molly rock |
| Niggas suckas Imma start sellin lolli pops |
| HELLO |
| Aw man |
| She sniffed a line |
| HELLO |
| Damn that ass fat |
| HELLO |
| Down south |
| HELLO |
| Midwest |
| HELLO |
| West coast |
| HELLO |
| Aw man |
| HELLO |
| You gettin money? |
| HELLO |
| You actin funny? |
| Hell no |
| Ok |
| HELLO |
| HELLO |
| HELLO |
| Aw man |