Artist: Busta Rhymes (Feat Lil Wayne)
Album: –
Year: 2020
[Chorus – Kurt Cobain]
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low (entertain us)
Hello, hello, hello, how low (here we are now)
Hello, hello, hello, how low (entertain us)
Hello, hello, hello, how low (I feel stupid)
[Verse 1 – Busta Rhymes]
Uh, my money bag heavy in every town I lock up
Like loafs of bread jumping out the toaster when I pop up
Again because my stocks up, these bitches get their rocks up
When the dick poke their Facebook and fill their inbox up
You niggas full of shit like toilets when they stopped up
That’s when I let your chick come through and lick my lollipop up
Yeah, there ain’t no need to call the doc’ up
I kill you niggas quick, somebody need to call the cops up
The streets is my vagina how I always fuck the blocks up
I’m always in the kitchen, I don’t never put the pots up
Regardless what you feel, it’s the God paradoxed up
Like you deserve the right and we should motherfuckin’ swap up
Witness to God of the bouncing of hands
My niggas know I’mma blow and hit ’em
And I hang ’em, and you know I’mma go and I’mma kill ’em
And I bang ’em, and you see the way I do it to the end
And I stop and then I come, and then I go and then I kill a nigga
Ran up when I get up on the beat and then catch another ten
And then I roll up on their ass like I’m whippin’ in a Phantom
See the way a nigga doin’ it again
[Chorus – Kurt Cobain]
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low (entertain us)
Hello, hello, hello, how low (here we are now)
Hello, hello, hello, how low (entertain us)
Hello, hello, hello, how low (I feel stupid)
[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
Uh, swisher rolled tight, clique rolled tighter
I wave my red flag like a fucking bullfighter
Yeah, bitch light the L Boogie
I’ve been around the world, there’s no place like pussy
I take one shot for my pain, one drink for my sorrow
I ain’t doing well, bitch I’m doing Wells Fargo
I get on the beat and leave the bitch bloody
Keep a hungry bitch with me that will eat a bitch for me
You could blame it on Dwayne, it’s all my fault
Bitch I go hard, concrete sidewalk
Yeah, In Young Money We Trust
You would rather sleep with the enemy than sleep on us
I got the game in my hand, I’m playing keep away
Don’t judge me, I’mma beat the case
Yeah, big hall, blue lights
Big dog, roof twice
I’m the crap, two dice, Tunechi
[Chorus – Kurt Cobain]
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low (entertain us)
Hello, hello, hello, how low (here we are now)
Hello, hello, hello, how low (entertain us)
Hello, hello, hello, how low (I feel stupid)
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