Hello – Song and Lyrics by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Hello’ by A Boogie wit da Hoodie. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Boogie wit da Hoodie or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

(Rico’s going crazy again)
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
(CashMoney, CashMoney)

Look, look (AP)
I like my bitches redbone, ass fat, jello
Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello
I’m the king of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
Ask around, niggas know me
I’m a Euro boy, Ginobli
I like my bitches redbone, ass fat, jello
Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello
I’m the king of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
Ask around, niggas know me
I’m a Euro boy, Ginobli

I been so gone, I like redbones
My type light skin, ass fat, jello (huh?)
But bitches be switchin’ sides nowadays on the regular
I never respected it
Money over bitches, I know that’s everything
Money over bitches, I know that’s hot
Rockin’ VVS by Elliot Weathermen
I will never ever give her no wedding ring
.45 on my hip, I ain’t fightin’ ’em
Chewin’ on an Aderall like a vitamin
Niggas pockets be on E
Somethin’ they already know but I’m droppin’ a T
They makin’ up rumors and lies, okay, I’m sick and I’m tired
I’m out of fatigue, none of my bitches be mine
They coulda been one of yours, but they out of your league
I’ma just call up Fatima, nah, that ain’t really her name
But she for the team
I get fly as a bitch, like I looted up
All this money you talkin’ ain’t new to us (woo)
I’m the king of New York and on God
If Pop was alive there would have been two of us

I like my bitches redbone, ass fat, jello
Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello
I’m the king of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
Ask around, niggas know me
I’m a Euro boy, Ginobli
I like my bitches redbone, ass fat, jello
Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello
I’m the king of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello (uh)
Ask around, niggas know me (yeah)
I’m a Euro boy, Ginobli

Look
Load up like Ace from the cleaners, Ace and el fiends
Pop make a movie, sell out arenas
She off the white, talkin’ Demi Lovato
All on my denim, since Murder Bravado
AP Audemar, wet Aquafina
Hittin’ like Ike, singin’ like Tina (woo)
Dior on my body, sneakers got no creases
They limited, baby, tell me if you’ve seen ’em?
My diamonds dancin’, paint her face like Marilyn Manson
Then roll up that Woo Runtz straight from Cali’
Then get a plate from Sally’s
Quano blew his trial, they set him up
These niggas mad as f*ck
You know what I rep, yeah, it’s tatted up
You ain’t get fucked, ’cause your ass ain’t fat enough
If you talk crazy, get batted up, yeah

I like my bitches redbone, ass fat, jello
Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello
I’m the king of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
Ask around, niggas know me
I’m a Euro boy, Ginobli
I like my bitches redbone, ass fat, jello
Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello
I’m the king of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
Ask around, niggas know me
I’m a Euro boy, Ginobli