Hello B*tch Lyrics by Tyga
***, what?
Oh, yeah, my ***, just walk down, hah
Got a *** named Keisha, she a real *** pleaser
Open up her mouth, she a real ***’ eater
Fly the *** out, she don’t even got a visa
She suck a *** soul like the ***’ Grim Reaper
I’m a Mobb Deeper, bust it like speaker
*** in my aura, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout beat up
My lil’ *** Tila, tipsy on tequila
In the strip club, ***, I’m bigger than Bieber
I put two *** in the two-seater
My *** talk *** like a muh’***’ diva
That’s Nina, RP tinas
A whole lotta money and this *** called BIA
Yeah-yeah, I got *** on the floor
When they scrapin’ every dollar like the muh’fuckers pole
I give *** hope, I’m the muh’***’ Paul
Heard your money dried up, man, you niggas so soaked (Wash)
Spend cycle, my *** got lipo
Ass like a peach and the stack like a Bible (Bounce that ass)
Young Michael, American Psycho
Got a French ***, make my *** like the Eiffel
Huh, told her keep it real with me (Real with me)
Murderin’ the ***, straight *** with me (Murked)
Hundred million later, they gon’ deal with me (They gon’ deal)
Cheated on the *** and she still with me (Still)
Huh, man, this *** gettin’ crazy (Crazy)
*** wanna have my baby (Baby)
And I’m shootin’ every shot
Like the motherfuckin’ army, now her belly at the navy (Poof, poof, poof, poof)
*** try to play me, I could ***’ [?]
You niggas yes, man, and you *** are maybe
She kissin’ on girls and she like it like KB
Sparkle on my ice and it’s lookin’ like the eighties
Life’s so sweet like a hotel, baby
Yeah, I got a maid, like the cleaner lady
Look up the word G-R-E-A-T
In the dictionary, you gon’ see a picture of me, ***, hah
Ayy, hello, ***
Lookin’ for a rich ***, hello, ***
She shake the *** up, say hello, ***
Let’s get rich, rich, rich, yeah, hello, ***
Here to stand up
He-hello, ***
He-hello, ***
Grab-grab this ***, it’s yours, ***
He-hello, ***
Grab-grab this ***, it’s yours, ***
Hello, ***
Not safe
