Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hello, artist - Cam'Ron.
Date of issue: 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 |