Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can I Holla at Ya, artist - J. Cole. Album song Truly Yours, J. Cole, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.08.2017
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
Can I Holla at Ya |
Hey |
Can I holla at you? |
Let me holla at you |
Special, never forget the day I met you |
We was destined for each other like a, son to his mother, or a |
Sister and brother, man this bond is deep |
We go a couple years and don’t even speak |
But know it’s love though |
Could never let 'em dirty your name |
I got the utmost respect for you |
Came back home and had to check for you |
Word round town is you locked down |
Some older nigga snatched you up gave you a rock now |
Damn, hey could it be— |
She like, «If you was me you wouldn’t wait for me |
Living fast and wouldn’t mash the brakes for me» |
Big city slicker nigga on a higher track |
Bigger now but when she send a letter always write her back and |
Time revealed, she feels that she settled too soon |
While she see me go for mines and she admire that |
We speak about time as if we could just buy it back |
If only it was that simple, damn I miss you |
Can I holla at you? |
Can I holla at you? |
Ay let me holla at you! |
Yeah I know it’s been a while but ain’t no better time than now |
Can I holla at you? |
Can I holla at you? |
Ay let me holla at you! |
Yeah I know it’s been a while, but— |
You betrayed me |
The day you played my momma you played me |
Can’t believe I let you in my heart nigga |
I shoulda, followed my instincts, a stranger in my house |
Only five years old but sensed danger in my house |
I was too young to scrap you, but damn if I ain’t want to |
I’m blowing up fast and I hope these words haunt you, uh |
Thirteen years, knew you more than my real pops |
Put me on to 'Pac and all the rappers that killed cops |
Who woulda thought that you’d leave my momma high and dry |
Last words to a bitch nigga «why you lie?» |
Feeling bitter so these words might seem jumbled |
When you left I watched that lady crumble |
I know by now you probably a old man |
But I still I feel I won’t be satisfied until we throw hands |
For all the ass whoppings |
Heard you tryna talk, tell that punk don’t call me |
You ain’t shit, and I’m scared it rubbed off on me |
I holla at you |
I holla at you |
Ay let me holla at you! |
Yeah I know it’s been a while but ain’t no better time than now |
Can I holla at you? |
Can I holla at you? |
Ay let me holla at you! |
Yeah I know it’s been a while, but— |
I heard you on that shit, I hope it ain’t true |
Was hard to holla at you last time I came through |
Could barely recognize you, naw nigga this ain’t you |
'Cause you ain’t lookin' like that nigga that I once knew |
And plus you act like you don’t know me |
We was homies, now you call me by my rap name |
See me do my thing so you expected me to act strange |
Ain’t holla but you on my mind nigga |
I don’t forget the good times nigga |
White tees in the club, jeans baggy as fuck |
Sometimes I look back on my life, that was the happiest stuff |
We had potential to be monumental, 'ville mentality |
You know that old kill-or-be-killed mentality |
I look at where you at now it’s a, real fatality |
'Cause where you s’posed to be is on top, close to me |
Chasin' hoes like the old days, but now we overseas |
Dawg, congratulations on your seed |
Yo my nigga |
Can I holla at you? |
Can I holla at you? |
Ay let me holla at you! |
Yeah I know it’s been a while but ain’t no better time than now |
Can I holla at you? |
Can I holla at you? |
Ay let me holla at you! |
Yeah I know it’s been a while, but— |
Hey |