| Hey
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| Can I holla at you?
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| Let me holla at you
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| Special, never forget the day I met you
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| We was destined for each other like a, son to his mother, or a
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| Sister and brother, man this bond is deep
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| We go a couple years and don’t even speak
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| But know it’s love though
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| Could never let 'em dirty your name
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| I got the utmost respect for you
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| Came back home and had to check for you
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| Word round town is you locked down
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| Some older nigga snatched you up gave you a rock now
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| Damn, hey could it be—
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| She like, «If you was me you wouldn’t wait for me
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| Living fast and wouldn’t mash the brakes for me»
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| Big city slicker nigga on a higher track
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| Bigger now but when she send a letter always write her back and
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| Time revealed, she feels that she settled too soon
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| While she see me go for mines and she admire that
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| We speak about time as if we could just buy it back
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| If only it was that simple, damn I miss you
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| Can I holla at you?
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| Can I holla at you?
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| Ay let me holla at you!
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| Yeah I know it’s been a while but ain’t no better time than now
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| Can I holla at you?
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| Can I holla at you?
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| Ay let me holla at you!
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| Yeah I know it’s been a while, but—
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| You betrayed me
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| The day you played my momma you played me
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| Can’t believe I let you in my heart nigga
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| I shoulda, followed my instincts, a stranger in my house
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| Only five years old but sensed danger in my house
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| I was too young to scrap you, but damn if I ain’t want to
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| I’m blowing up fast and I hope these words haunt you, uh
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| Thirteen years, knew you more than my real pops
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| Put me on to 'Pac and all the rappers that killed cops
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| Who woulda thought that you’d leave my momma high and dry
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| Last words to a bitch nigga «why you lie?»
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| Feeling bitter so these words might seem jumbled
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| When you left I watched that lady crumble
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| I know by now you probably a old man
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| But I still I feel I won’t be satisfied until we throw hands
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| For all the ass whoppings
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| Heard you tryna talk, tell that punk don’t call me
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| You ain’t shit, and I’m scared it rubbed off on me
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| I holla at you
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| I holla at you
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| Ay let me holla at you!
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| Yeah I know it’s been a while but ain’t no better time than now
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| Can I holla at you?
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| Can I holla at you?
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| Ay let me holla at you!
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| Yeah I know it’s been a while, but—
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| I heard you on that shit, I hope it ain’t true
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| Was hard to holla at you last time I came through
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| Could barely recognize you, naw nigga this ain’t you
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| 'Cause you ain’t lookin' like that nigga that I once knew
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| And plus you act like you don’t know me
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| We was homies, now you call me by my rap name
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| See me do my thing so you expected me to act strange
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| Ain’t holla but you on my mind nigga
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| I don’t forget the good times nigga
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| White tees in the club, jeans baggy as fuck
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| Sometimes I look back on my life, that was the happiest stuff
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| We had potential to be monumental, 'ville mentality
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| You know that old kill-or-be-killed mentality
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| I look at where you at now it’s a, real fatality
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| 'Cause where you s’posed to be is on top, close to me
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| Chasin' hoes like the old days, but now we overseas
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| Dawg, congratulations on your seed
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| Yo my nigga
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| Can I holla at you?
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| Can I holla at you?
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| Ay let me holla at you!
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| Yeah I know it’s been a while but ain’t no better time than now
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| Can I holla at you?
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| Can I holla at you?
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| Ay let me holla at you!
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| Yeah I know it’s been a while, but—
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| Hey |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can I Holla at Ya , by - J. Cole. Song from the album Truly Yours, J. Cole, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп