Smokepurpp & Murda Beatz - Hey There Delilah** lyrics

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Smokepurpp & Murda Beatz - Hey There Delilah** lyrics

Lyrics from snippet [Intro: Smokepurpp] Hey-hey there Delilah, b*tch, I'm in your city (Hey there Delilah) AR hold a 100, on this b*tch, I put some titties (Titties) Hey there Delilah, I'm like 10 blocks down (10 blocks down) Heard he got that pack, then my ni**as gun him down Huh? Yeah, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah (Huh?) b*tch [Chorus: Smokepurpp] Snuck in with the blicky, gang, they done came with me ni**a test me, I'ma let off 50 (Grr, pow) Smoke him like some zaza, he don't want no problems Pull up to his doorstep with that drummer (Blit, blit) Payment on her Pucci, in this b*tch I'm too lit Choppa on me, it came with a cool kit (Brr) My old hoеs, they barrow, I'm fu*kin' on a model I'ma paint her facе like I'm Picasso (Ooh, Doodle) [Verse 1: Smokepurpp] My choppa drive to Miami, we pull up and give 'em tummy tops (Bih) All this syrup on me, I think I just fu*ked my kidney, but She gon' ride my dick without hydraulics in the Maybach truck (On God) b*tch, you disrespectful if you su*k me and don't swallow nut (Swallow) Hey-hey there Delilah, b*tch, I'm in your city (Hey there Delilah) AR hold a 100, on this b*tch, I put some titties (Titties) Hey there Delilah, I'm like 10 blocks down (10 blocks down) Heard he got that pack, then my ni**as gun him down (Blit) Lay him on the floor, shh, don't make a sound (Blit) AP on my wrist and it's worth 300 pounds (Yeah) ni**a's talkin' crazy, I'ma pop up at your spot Pop out with a Glock (Glock), then I walk him down (Then I walk him) I ain't finna top some when I wake up Finger on the trigger, pack it up with you (Pow, pow) She gon' eat the dick, the last supper b*tch, I'm at your door, Jehovah when its in the summer (Yeah) [Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Pump] Snuck in with the blicky, gang, they done came with me ni**a test me, I'ma let off 50 (Grr, pow) Smoke him like some zaza, he don't want no problems Pull up to his doorstep with that drummer (Blit, blit) Payment on my Gucci, eatin' this b*tch, no toolie Choppa on me, it came with a cool kit (Brr) My old hoes, they barrow, I'm fu*kin' on a model I'ma paint her face like I'm Picasso (Ooh, Doodle, ooh) [Verse 2: Lil Pump] Neighbor such a nympho (Yeah), sippin' on Wockesha (Huh?) She got no visa (What?), she came from Argentina (Brr) Shoot you on a Uber (What?), put her in the bird scooter (Aye) She's a cougar (Yeah), heard she work at Hooters (Ooh) My auntie sellin' dog food by the pound (Ooh, ooh) My grandma trappin' nick bags, Bobby Brown (Aye-aye) A ni**a lookin' at me crazy, gun him down (Pow) She didn't shower so I kicked her out my house (Woo-woo) b*tch, I'm shiesty, on my mama, on my house (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Put that stick up, put the strippers on the couch I'ma dump her up... [Chorus: Smokepurpp] Snuck in with the blicky, gang, they done came with me ni**a test me, I'ma let off 50 (Grr, pow) Smoke him like some zaza, he don't want no problems Pull up to his doorstep with that drummer (Blit, blit) Payment on my Gucci, eatin' this b*tch, no toolie Choppa on me, it came with a cool kit (Brr) My old hoes, they barrow, I'm fu*kin' on a model I'ma paint her face like I'm Picasso (Ooh, Doodle)

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