Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hubba Hubba, artist - Heems. Date of issue: 09.03.2015
Song language: English
Hubba Hubba |
| Yeah, yeah, yo |
| Eat, Pray, Thug |
| Yo, yo, Himanshu |
| Bitch, I’m back, Heemi-Heemi |
| And them women think I’m dreamy |
| And them fellas wanna be me |
| But neither of 'em can see me |
| I’m in my head, I’m dreaming for that next lit |
| I’m screaming for that next check |
| I’m screaming and ya best bet some leaning |
| Hubba, hubba, Heema, Abner Louima |
| Amadou Diallo, I’m a new diablo |
| This molly está bueno, not bad meaning bad |
| Yeah, I’m talking about that ash |
| La pépé, spin another hash spliff |
| Eat, Pray, Thug, it’s like hat-trick, hat-trick |
| It’s madness |
| They calling him an addict, it’s tragic |
| I’m the fucking man, now I don’t have it |
| Dog food (Woof woof), I’m of another pedigree |
| Them critics just won’t let me be |
| And I done lost the energy |
| Educate and set them free |
| They’ve never been a friend to me |
| Frenemy, ahead of me |
| It’s plain to see, take planes to see |
| I go and see the |
| Poetry, flow-etry, the beat like water |
| When I’m in the sea, it flow with me |
| Young gualawala, young cocoa butter |
| Tat her name across the brain, word to Veena that’s my mother |
| Heemy is that man, he follow through with plans |
| He roll on up with vans, he follow up with fans |
| He swallow up the jams, they follow when he land |
| Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn |
| Bitch, I’m back, pack the blat |
| Couldn’t flip, no acrobat |
| Yeah, monkeys can sell bananas |
| J-J-Jack, that’s a fact |
| So, I’m like «Where the party at?» |
| And can I bring my gat? |
| Where the party at? |
| And can I bring my gat? |
| The great gats be that TEC-9 and that AK |
| Cut rounds of that yayay |
| On that big book from AA |
| Goddamn, I’m bent like elbows, no I’m not worried |
| Cause when I step up in the party like «Himanshu Suri!"(x4) |