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hello - yeat & septembersrich lyrics

[intro: yeat]
(karegi, haha)
yeah, somebody keep calling my phone

[chorus: yeat]
yeah, h*llo, h*llo, h*llo, h*llo, h*llo, h*llo (h*llo)
who keep on calling my, phone
same number keep on calling me
yeah, i told that girl to leave me alone
get in that truck and get gone
block that b*tch off of my, phone
that b*tch keep calling my, phone
told her to leave me alone
five*hundred thousand dollar, cologne (uh*huh)
she told me to pull up and hit, oh yeah (swerve)
i’m finna beat it all night
i got the bread in the back of the whip, put the x on my hip so i hit it all night

[verse 1: yeat]
i might hit the swerve on the b*tch or i might hit the pull up (might hit the pull up)
i’m in the gym with my money, this b*tch doin’ pull*ups (yeah)
kicked all the d*mn bad things about the yeah, shoulda coulda woulda
yeah b*tch, i be high with the guys, i kick it with buddha
oh yeah, that just remind me, i’m finna bootup
i might take her to chane’*ne’, or i might take a chuppa
they don’t really be geeked like us (no way), they don’t really be running it up (no way)
they don’t really do nothing at all (uh), but they always just wan’ be involved (f*ck ’em)
made a whole new wave, yeah wav (yeah, let’s go)
b*tch give me head, b*tch give me bop*it (let’s go)
yeah, and she drank all my kids, she swallow
b*tch i be high with the guys, it is what it is, my name in the bible
[chorus: yeat]
yeah, h*llo, h*llo, h*llo, h*llo, h*llo, h*llo
who keep on calling my, phone
same number keep on calling me
yeah, i told that girl to leave me alone
get in that truck and get gone
block that b*tch off of my, phone
that b*tch keep calling my, phone
told her to leave me alone (yeah, yeah)
five*hundred thousand dollar, cologne (uh*huh)
she told me to pull up and hit, oh yeah
i’m finna beat it all night
i got the bread in the back of the whip, put the x on my hip so i hit it all night (yeah)

[verse 2: septembersrich & yeat]
we started that brand new wave
this sh*t i done put out, finna go to la
can’t even top up the money i made (shh)
finna put that sh*t out in they face
shooter on payroll, that boy getting paid
the x just be calling my phone everyday
pull up on yo thotty, get ate
that p*ssy boy used to be hate (p*ssy)
h*llo, why that bih’ calling my phone (my phone)
the x and that perc got be gone (gone)
they steady be jockin’ our flow (my flow)
that b*tch let me jerk in her throat
i just be laughing (ha*ha*ha)
the opps done turned to a joke
b*tch we gon’ pop out at every show (let’s go)
[chorus: yeat]
yeah, h*llo, h*llo, h*llo, h*llo, h*llo, h*llo
who keep on calling my, phone
same number keep on calling me
yeah, i told that girl to leave me alone
get in that truck and get gone
block that b*tch off of my, phone
that b*tch keep calling my, phone
told her to leave me alone (yeah, yeah)
five*hundred thousand dollar, cologne (uh*huh, uh*huh)
she told me to pull up and hit, oh yeah
i’m finna beat it all night
i got the bread in the back of the whip put the x on my hip so i hit it all night

[outro: yeat]
i might hit the swerve on the b*tch or i might hit the pull up
yeah, h*llo (h*llo), h*llo (h*llo), h*llo (h*llo), h*llo (h*llo), h*llo (h*llo), h*llo (h*llo, h*llo, h*llo)

- yeat septembersrich lyrics

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