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hello (feat. mike t) - fig karl lyrics

h-llo/
yeah/
microphone checka/
mic mic mic mic microphone checka/
h-llo/
yeah/
microphone checka hmmm/

(ahhhh)/

i’m laughing again/
cuz y’all blackin’ out /
from the lack of oxygen/

im that confident /
i’m that sick/
that i’ll be coughing in my coffin/

charles barkley be barking/
his hearts in /
a milk carton /
that i farted in /
i’m lactose intolerant /
its r-t-rded /
now i can market it /

im that awesome /
like rick ross when he’s bossin’/
im p-ssed off /
cuz i fl!cked myself off while i was f-cking flossing again/

im locked in’a cage /
filled with syringes /
undid the hinges/
these d-ck-less b-tches are filled with rage /
cuz i got your mother’s digits /
she wants to fidget /
im wit it /

i could fill a page /
of the names /
of these b-tches /
that received d-ck pics/
f-ck it/
im to misogynistic/

hide your kids sis/
im bout to unzip and hit this /
then do my business /
all over these mis fits /
lets hear you b-tch fits/
hand out these pink slips/
cuz i eat chips /
while my ink drips/
do i really seem p-ssed/

i went to the doctors/
cuz i had a sore throat/
he handed me a sword/
and told me to cut my throat open/
till the sword broke/

then he handed me some pills and an old rope/
you got no hope/
go home overdose/ or choke/
take this pre loaded 44 /
to your brain and blow/

these b’s /be flyin’ over seas (c’s) /just to get to the d/
they do it with ease (e’s) /
they wanna f /
because ima f-ckin’ g/

geez /
i didn’t mean to/
step on your feet /
with these cleats /
but to each his own/
please ease up on the clone /

i can smell it through the phone/
i can feel it in my bones/
you will f-ckin’ die alone/
cuz i will check your microphone /

ima microphone checka /
mic mic mic mic microphone checka /
h-llo/
yeah/
microphone checka /
mic mic mic mic microphone checka /
h-llo/

my/
head is revolvin’ around jus like a bobbin/
head throbbin’, gotta bring home this bread instead i’m coppin’/
a quarter bag,/
smoked witcha’ daughter then i brought her back/
naw dad that was me, she jus felt the contact/
now i gotta go, she gon’ keep it on the low/
i’m talkin’ about that top deep throat/
she suck me like a popsicle/
it’s not your fault, /
the sh-ts inevitable/
incredible/
she took me out the game/
i can’t complain i was ineligible/
but enough of the sh-t/
back home quick ta puff on a zip/
brag a lil bit she a bad lil b-tch/
she said we some savages/
who smoke cabbages/
deep in the cut no bandages/
peanut b-tter cup in my sandwiches/
i don’t really give a f-ck about radishes/
i establish this advantages/
like eight legged tarantulas/
make way then they ran wit us/
a lot of y’all hate don’t jam wit us/
not a fan of us then f-ck off/
you coulda said that from the jump y’all/
i’m sittin’ here drunk too-much alcohol/
still peaceful as a monk as u jabber jaw/
lookin after y’all like a babysitter/
i heard someone call me a lady k!ller/
sharp wit a fade i was raised to k!ll ya/
go ahead and knock em dead, mr traylor/
will ya, will ya come into our lives/
y’all know i hear ya,/
may not come as a surprise/
look em in his eyes he mesmerized his eyes open/
stop mopin’ keep hopin’ my hobby get broken/
u gotta be jokin/
puttin’ that bullsh-t in my ear/
it’s my year starting to feel like a rap extraordinaire/

ima microphone checka /
mic mic mic mic microphone checka /
h-llo/
yeah/
microphone checka /
mic mic mic mic microphone checka /
h-llo/

- fig karl lyrics

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