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letra de hello - septembersrich

[intro: yeat]
(karegi)
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
she told me to pull up and h-ll 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 [?]

[verse 1: yeat]
i might hit the swerve on the b-tch or i might hit the pull up
i’m in the gym with my money, this b-tch doin’ pull-ups
kick one d-mn bad thing about the yeah, shoulda coulda woulda
i be high without guns i kick it with bootup
that just remind me, i’m finna bootup
i’ma take her to cha-ney-ney, or i might take a chupa
they don’t really be geeked like us, they don’t really be running it up
they don’t really do nothing at all, but they always just wan’ be involved
made a whole new wave, yeah wav
b-tch give me head, b-tch give me bop-it
and she drank all my kids, she swallow
b-tch i be high with the guys, it is what it is, my name in a [?]
[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
five hundred thousand dollar, cologne
she told me to pull up and h-ll 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 [?]

[verse 2: septembersrich]
we started that brand new wave
this sh-t i done [?], finna go to la
can’t even top up the money i made
finna put that sh-t out in they face
shooter on payroll, that boy getting paid
the agent be calling my phone everyday
pull up on yo thot, get aid
that p-ssy boy used to be hate
h-llo, why that bih calling my phone
the x and that perc i be gone
they steady be dropping our flow
that b-tch had me jerk in her throat
i just be laughing
the opps done turned to a joke
b-tch we gone pop out at every show
[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
five hundred thousand dollar, cologne
she told me to pull up and h-ll 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 [?]
(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)

- septembersrich

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