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Hello (feat. Mike T)

by Fig Karl

on Hello (2018), Fiestas Reguetoneras (2022)

Hello/
Yeah/
Microphone checka/
Mic mic mic mic microphone checka/
Hello/
Yeah/
Microphone checka hmmm/

(Ahhhh)/

I'm laughing again/
Cuz y'all blackin' out /
From the lack of oxygen/

Im that confident /
I'm that sick/
That I'll be coughing in my coffin/

Charles Barkley be barking/
His hearts in /
A milk carton /
That i farted in /
I'm lactose intolerant /
Its retarded /
Now i can market it /

Im that awesome /
Like rick ross when he's bossin'/
Im pissed off /
Cuz i flicked myself off while i was fucking flossing again/

Im locked in'a cage /
Filled with syringes /
Undid the Hinges/
These dick-less bitches are filled with rage /
Cuz i got your mother's digits /
She wants to Fidget /
Im wit it /

I could fill a page /
Of the names /
Of these bitches /
That received dick pics/
Fuck it/
Im to Misogynistic/

Hide your kids sis/
Im bout to unzip and hit this /
Then do my Business /
All over these mis fits /
Lets hear you bitch fits/
Hand out these Pink slips/
Cuz i Eat Chips /
While my Ink drips/
Do I really seem pissed/

I went to the doctors/
Cuz i had a sore throat/
He handed me a sword/
And told me to cut my throat open/
Till the sword broke/

Then he handed me some pills and an old rope/
You got no hope/
Go home overdose/ or choke/
Take this pre loaded 44 /
To your brain and blow/

These B's /be flyin' over seas (C's) /just to get to the D/
They do it with Ease (E's) /
They wanna f /
Because ima fuckin' G/

Geez /
I didn't mean to/
Step on your feet /
With these cleats /
But to each his own/
Please ease up on the clone /

I can smell it through the phone/
I can feel it in my bones/
You will fuckin' die alone/
Cuz i will check your microphone /

Ima microphone checka /
Mic mic mic mic microphone checka /
Hello/
Yeah/
Microphone checka /
Mic mic mic mic microphone checka /
Hello/

My/
Head is revolvin' around jus like a bobbin/
Head throbbin', gotta bring home this bread instead I'm coppin'/
A quarter bag,/
Smoked witcha' daughter then I brought her back/
Naw dad that was me, she jus felt the contact/
Now I gotta go, she gon' keep it on the low/
I'm talkin' about that top deep throat/
She suck me like a popsicle/
It's not your fault, /
The shits inevitable/
Incredible/
She took me out the game/
I can't complain I was ineligible/
But enough of the shit/
Back home quick ta puff on a zip/
Brag a lil bit she a bad lil bitch/
She said we some savages/
Who smoke cabbages/
Deep in the cut no bandages/
Peanut butter cup in my sandwiches/
I don't really give a fuck about radishes/
I establish this advantages/
Like eight legged tarantulas/
Make way then they ran wit us/
A lot of y'all hate don't jam wit us/
Not a fan of us then fuck off/
You coulda said that from the jump y'all/
I'm sittin' here drunk too-much alcohol/
Still peaceful as a monk as u jabber jaw/
Lookin after y'all like a babysitter/
I heard someone call me a lady killer/
Sharp wit a fade I was raised to kill ya/
Go ahead and knock Em dead, mr Traylor/
Will ya, will ya come into our lives/
Y'all know I hear ya,/
May not come as a surprise/
Look Em in his eyes he mesmerized his eyes open/
Stop mopin' keep hopin' my hobby get broken/
U gotta be jokin/
Puttin' that bullshit in my ear/
It's my year starting to feel like a rap extraordinaire/

Ima microphone checka /
Mic mic mic mic microphone checka /
Hello/
Yeah/
Microphone checka /
Mic mic mic mic microphone checka /
Hello/