Lyrics Say Hello to Adele - Joyner Lucas

Say Hello to Adele

Now I be lying if I, I be
I need mines, I need grind, ain’t no time for no bitch
I’m surprised I’m alive, oh my god, take him up
Make him fly, break him even
They been sleeping, wake them up
They got molly, they got bands, I got fans, I got ooh
I got dro, I got grams, I got damn, I got blow, hoe
I got what you need, homie don’t raise your voice at me my G
I be, I be
On stages, and ain’t there nowhere I got to go
I ain’t got no fucking patience that’s one thing you got to know
All these rappers in my way, they think they famous, I don’t know
I swear it don’t get no better than this
I told my bitch we better get rich
Then flip these chips and get a new whip
And twist my wrist in front of ya, none of ya
Want to get pimped you son of a prick, let’s flip this win and then uh
Jump in the air
Yeah yeah whooh whooh
I just want to let you know that I’m here
I just want to sing a song and a prayer
I should probably change my hoe to affair
I could probably make your hoe disappear
Different emotions you don’t know what to feel
Always feel like my jeans burning
No bail and I’m seen murdering
New gold and your teeth hurt
I’m still walking and my feet hurt
Where’s Uber when you need one?
Just tell me where you see one
I’m driving bars on the wall
Okay, where’s Luda when you need her?
Listen, I’m my back to the wall
If you ever get a minute tell them other little niggas I’ve been winning I’ve
been doing it from hindsight
Don’t you ever get a pen in on my level never said I’m not a rebel don’t you
ever get on my mic
And you ever been a kid and been a winner by the niggas and the pen I’ma end
'em in the limelight rhyme-light
I’m like, I’m like
Swish swish whooh
I’m like eh ya hoe, there I go
I’ma kill the game this year
Say I won’t, may I?
Woo
I don’t give a fuck about no haters or what I never did
I got angels here and that’s evident
I got halos all in my head I swear
Y’all done lost your motherfucking mind, ooh
Y’all done… Y’all done lost… Lost your motherfucking mind, ooh
Y’all done… Ya… Y’all done lost your motherfucking mind, ooh
Y’all done… Y’all done lost… Lost your motherfucking mind, ooh
Y’all done, lost your motherfucking mind
, Kawasaki, and the Yamaha
My Mama, Auntie, told me if I ever started drama
I can go to jail
But fuck the cops
And tell the judge to suck my cock and go to hell
No filter, but I got real love
Niggas ain’t real son, tryna get meals but
Everyone’s still friends, she don’t got heels on
But her ass still fat, bet if I hit that she gonna tear up
Where are my real thugs, when they gonna hear us, when they gonna feel us?
Everyone act cray
Don’t know what make they way
Poppa can’t crip stand
They ball so hard since wristbands
So my broads ain’t got no implants, these bras ain’t got no kickstands,
and I know it though
Hold up
Fuck what you feel
I remember when I had to scrape a little change just to go to the store for
some milk
I remember when my ex bitch didn’t come home, she was stroking the field
I don’t think you really know how I feel
I don’t think you niggas know how to chill, whooh
Act like I won’t put my tongue in your bitch
Bring her closer to me
And then go to the beach, sit in the water
Don’t act like you not an emotional creep
I pull over the jeep (skrrt, skrrt)
I just want to let you know that I’m here
I just want to sing a song and a prayer
I could probably make your hoe disappear
I don’t think you niggas know how it feels
Y’all done lost your motherfucking mind, ooh
Y’all done… Y’all done lost… Lost your motherfucking mind, ooh
Y’all done… Ya… Y’all done lost your motherfucking mind, ooh
Y’all done… Y’all done lost… Lost your motherfucking mind, ooh
Y’all done, lost your motherfucking mind
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Written By: Joyner Lucas
Release Date March 23, 2016
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Now I be lying if I told you I ain’t trying to get rich
All these eyes on me, I see, that’s word to Pac and B.I.G.
When I watch them hit the pavement I’ma feel like Holly Holms
I just want to dig a hole in a cell
I just want to say Hello to Adele
I just want to make a toast to El Chapo
My idol, I might dig a hole in a cell
grills
Then I’m back to the zone, I’m in a Twilight
Got what you need, this that 24-hour spot
This that Massachusetts
I tell your bitch: ay baby
I just want to sell salt to a snail
I just want to sell a hoe to a queer
I just want to go to Oprah and Phil
Give them both a little coke and some pills
So, the fuck is you thinking you older than me?
You got some type of control over me?
Just cause you got some shit you can hold over me, like you running this shit?
I just want to make a toast to El Chapo
My idol, I might dig a hole in a cell
I just want to say Hello to Adele