Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Say Hello to Adele , by - Joyner Lucas. Release date: 22.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |