paroles de chanson Hello - BabyBoySlimee
Hello
how
u
doing
yea
excuse
me
li
mama
I'm
attracted
yea
i
like
your
lil
drama
Tryna
be
your
big
poppa
Really
wanna
kiss
u
by
my
locker
Hard
up
in
the
paint
ain't
talking
waka
flaka
I
know
n
selling
flocka
So
don't
really
think
that
i'm
perfect
Was
hustling
collecting
the
ricotta
Started
rapping
gettin
hotter
But
a
n
really
love
my
hood
Only
robbery's
my
n
not
no
knockers
But
thats
besides
the
point
Come
to
my
house
lets
go
and
roll
a
joint
Now
she
grabbing
Now
she
squeezing
on
my
groin
But
now
she
playing
games
Told
her
baby
just
to
go
insert
da
coin
I
slid
it
in
now
that
p
getting
moist
She
going
crazy
with
her
voice
Gave
you
the
D
and
i
ain't
from
Detroit
Now
she
tryna
have
a
boy
Now
she
tryna
have
a
boy
Now
she
tryna
have
a
boy
like
woy
I
said
d
i
remember
I
remember
when
i
used
to
call
u
fam
Now
we
in
the
bed
really
going
ham
Got
her
body
soaked
like
pam
On
my
5 like
i'm
yg
bam
Free
all
my
n
out
da
f
camp
Your
vibe
got
me
going
stupid
Wanna
strike
your
heart
like
i'm
cupid
Chain
embedded
b
its
flooded
With
them
Ruby's
We
eat
steak
up
on
a
Tuesday
Rewind
da
part
now
u
just
like
ouie
This
n
could
rap
no
he
not
a
foolie
Vv's
looking
crazy
but
i
don't
even
got
one
Wont
see
here
and
cap
up
on
this
track
like
i
Got
one
Fit
i
ain't
doing
no
hook
ima
rock
sum
N
repping
they
whole
block
so
hard
But
there
block
fum
Only
in
61
they'll
understand
my
whole
lingo
Wake
up
to
go
to
church
pray
for
my
n
On
domingo
Turn
up
the
same
day
b
i'm
calling
up
lil
Pinto
That
n
said
slide
slime
you
don't
gotta
Pay
cinco
Im
going
to
state
to
state
Now
these
n
wanna
congratulate
But
u
ain't
post
my
s
lil
n
had
to
hate
Im
feeding
all
my
n
And
you
n
still
haven't
ate
So
Im
waiting
for
you
to
post
exagerate
N
its
whatever
Its
whatever
when
it
comes
street
shit
Come
out
my
career
go
and
really
beat
s
Gloves
back
on
Glockie
n
gotta
go
and
grease
it
Got
me
fucked
up
i'm
getting
green
b
Hello
how
u
doing
yea
excuse
me
li
mama
I'm
attracted
yea
i
like
your
lil
drama
Tryna
be
your
big
poppa
Really
wanna
kiss
u
by
my
locker
Hard
up
in
the
paint
ain't
talking
waka
flaka
I
know
n
selling
flocka
So
don't
really
think
that
i'm
perfect
Was
hustling
collecting
the
ricotta
Started
rapping
gettin
hotter
But
a
n
really
love
my
hood
Only
robbery's
my
n
not
no
knockers
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