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Hello Lyrics - Artist : Darole, Mike
[Mike Darole:]
Damn, girl, that ass looks proper Where she get it from? She got it from her momma That booty talkin' to me Girl, hello That booty talkin' to me Girl, hello Damn, girl, that ass looks proper Where she get it from? She got it from her momma That booty talkin' to me Girl, hello That booty talkin' to me Girl, hello That booty talkin' to me Imma talk back to it She a ten in the face And that body goddamn Yeah I got it I'm the man now Let me see you go on do it for that bag now Back it back it up girl reverse damn You a pro, you won't even need to rehearse Make 'em all look twice when they see her I'm finna pull up in that thang like skee skirt I go hard bitch you're too soft I do a proper with the roof off Get your man he a goofball I'm too sauced stickin' butter with it If you got that from your momma then your mom can get it Ayy, earthquake, make it vibrate You can make a movie yeah that's Lionsgate I ain't got time baby why wait Said I ain't got time throw it my way, like Damn, girl, that ass looks proper Where she get it from? She got it from her momma That booty talkin' to me Girl, hello That booty talkin' to me Girl, hello Damn, girl, that ass looks proper Where she get it from? She got it from her momma That booty talkin' to me Girl, hello That booty talkin' to me Girl, hello [RJ:] Day-ya-ya-ya-yaum girl, hello Ooh la la la, Carmelo Talkin' to me fresh 'bout to Dream, Falsetto Don't worry bout them bitches in your ear, that's the devil Slap it on your box, you's a booty pill popper Word around, momma was a, grandma was a poppa If the apple fall far from the tree that's cider If I ever met a woman like me me either Okay, okay on me Rotate, that way on me Heard you don't do it but we gon' see Mr. L.A. I'm a street [?] I can tell the future lookin' at behind you You's a kama sutra talking to her proper Heard you got it from your momma like a hand me down I get inside ya learn my way around [Mike Darole:] Damn, girl, that ass looks proper Where she get it from? She got it from her momma That booty talkin' to me Girl, hello That booty talkin' to me Girl, hello Damn, girl, that ass looks proper Where she get it from? She got it from her momma That booty talkin' to me Girl, hello That booty talkin' to me Girl, hello [Compton AV:] It don't get no colder than us three Every time a nigga ever showed the hoes rushed me They say that I'm the nigga from the city I must be If miko don't trust you, I'mma shoot ya, you can trust me And I'm right back crackin' like a [?] If I feel myself fuckin' your bitch Imma go viral Blowin' money fast like a nigga hit the lotto Get money fuck bitches nigga same old motto Who dat? Nigga, nigga who dat? Pullin' in that foreign all black with the roof back Nigga put 6s on the phantom how you do that? Nigga I'm that nigga my nigga I thought you knew that I be touchin' money like a ca-shier Bitch throw that ass back and bring that ass here Now drop it to the floor and make it wiggle like jello Now bitch take my dick out my pants and say hello [Mike Darole:] Damn, girl, that ass looks proper Where she get it from? She got it from her momma That booty talkin' to me Girl, hello That booty talkin' to me Girl, hello Damn, girl, that ass looks proper Where she get it from? She got it from her momma That booty talkin' to me Girl, hello That booty talkin' to me Girl, hello |
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