Hello Hello
DJ Tennis
Hello Hello
Song Preview
Preview
0:30
Generic song sample — not lyric-matched
Create Your Own & Send
Tap lyrics to select a clip range (1-6 lines)
I'm ass out 17, I need a deal
Hooked out with my nigga, got the 10 for the beal
They was big enough, so I chop me out some dimes
Cuz I remember [?] muthafuckin' hard times
Fucked around and flipped like a monkey on the loose
Got a TEC 9 and a chevy from the juice
Neva' satisfied even when I'm smokin' thunder
Increase my clientele so these tricks don't have to wonder
To let a muthafucka know that I'm comin' fast
Catch these heavy niggas, go to blowin' off they ass
Gangsta showin' niggas, he ain't really runnin' shit
But his muthafuckin mouth, and he need to quit
Rollin' in his car, and he tradin' on a phone
I'm creepin' slow, hoe
Check yo rearview cuz It's on
Killin' a big time dealer, yeah I know I get a rep
I'm comin' up, hoe, now you know, so except
Comin' up from Orange Mound anyway that I can
Not just a nigga on the track, I'm a man
Now you can take it how you wanna take it
But believe what I say
Bow down, bitch, cuz the pimps don't play
Now see, I'ma playa and these bitches gettin' played
They all up on my dick, because of a tape that I made
Doggin' all these hoes, playa, let me take a witness
Best believe, I'm breakin' these hoes and taken care my business
Memphis, Tennessee is the place I hang around
You want some gangsta shit? Just bring yo ass to Orange Mound
Maniac is bustin' on the mic once again
Layin' up in my team with my bitch, drinkin' gin
My ass was out, G
See, and then nobody care
Now bitches hollin' about they know a nigga from somewhere
You look at Maniac and you see the cheese
And nothin' doin' nothin', bitch, unless you hit yo knees
Suckin' my dick is the test you have to pass
But first you have to study by lickin' my nuts and my ass
Now you can take it how you wanna take it
But believe what I say
Bow down, bitch, because the pimps don't play
Think again, trick, I got my gun, it's time to have some fun
Time bomb, missile bomb, nine millimeter UZI gun
Hip-hop trick, nine blast, gun blast quick
Deuce-deuce, final counter, crazy, I'm finna kill you, bitch
Stop, look, less and learn, don't go, you'll get smoked
Ridin' all clean with yo hammers and [?]
Tick-tick, boom, I just presume on yo light, fool
Hangin', thangin' suckas from a tree with a bullet wound
Knock-knock, fools there, Lil' Yo, wassup dude
Runnin', try to hide, I got my gun aimin' for yo crew
Look, nigga, duck, nigga, I'm finna pull the fuckin' trigger
Smack a bitch, do a bitch, ain't afraid to pull the trigger
Smart as hell, dumb as hell, anything you call it, trick
Fuck with Lil' Yo, I got my gun, don't make me shoot you, bitch
Why I can't be handle still, scopin' out the dumb bitch
Dumb bitch, make me click into some fuckin' crazy shit
Lettin' and whoopin' these bitches, they fuckin' around with Lil' gangsta Yo
Smackin', I'm jackin' these, whoopin' these bitches that fuckin' with my .44
Izzy-gizzy bitch, you wanna jump? Come on, jump
Lock 'em up, tie em up
Then, throwin' in the back truck, now I'm runnin' shit, leave me now
I don't wanna hear a sound, runnin' out, buckin' out, dirty tricks down
Hello Hello by DJ Tennis — Clips & Lyrics | Riffy | Riffy
