Salaam Remi - Hola lyrics

[Intro: Bodega Bamz] I'm in that new whip, inside c**a Hop up out that pretty mothaf**a like hola [Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] Please to meet you, how you doing? Let's get this sh** started I've been faced with obstacles my whole life hit the target I pray to god, I'm always asking God, Why don't you answer? I live in sin, I love a stripper she my private dancer They only see the celebrations, keep in mind there's struggles Watch the players on ya team, look at they face in huddles They hid my plate, I was stuck between a rock and hard place Bam, bam, my fathers name is Barney Ruble Went to Barneys cause my shorty got the 50 discount She work for corporate f** it, still selling work out this b**h house Of course I'm mad the Knicks ain't win a chip since '73 Of course you mad your baby mother wanna f** with me I got some anger issues, only p**y calm me down I'm from the East side, Spanish Harlem's only golden child I'm only into fast money, that slow hustle trash I see my lawyer once a month and bring that duffle bag These rappers frauds, when you see them it's the hugs and fives Been playing 2k since 2000, now ya'll changing lives Asking “how the f** this Latin rapping like no other” That papi spitting, written feel it realer, word to mother I don't need your validations, or your top 10 rap picks I don't need the freshman cover Cla**, to make a cla**ic f** the votes, I don't parle with the politicians My paroles, all the homies coming out the prison f** the system, they designed a plan for me to fail And while we wait for the second coming, I'm raising hell [Hook: Bodega Bamz] I'm in that new whip, inside c**a Hop up out that pretty mothaf**a like hola Hola, hola, hola Say hi to a boss, b**h, a boss b**h Say hi to a boss, b**h, a boss b**h Say hi to a boss, b**h, a boss b**h Say hi to a boss, b**h, a boss b**h [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Y'all know what it is, if you don't put on ya sets belt Fat Latin rapper, you spazzing but you gon need help Labels try to label a n***a you know how we felt They don't see the sandwich, but they'll show up when the cheese melt Dab nab it I'm Back at it, a crack habit Laying vocals on the top floor like a rap attic I knew I'd run this sh** I bought a track jacket Black maxes, and a starter pistol let it clap lapping Everybody like Micheal Phelps after a dab package Took em to school and rocked, yea I Jack Blacked it Thought I was joking, When y'all laughed at it I was DEAD serious, now my competition attract maggots When my city ain't fit in, who brought it back snapping I Put New York on my back, Yankee cap backwards Always showed up, Sho nuff I'm the last dragon Stacking cats in bags, while y'all was Kat stacking This is God's work and hard work When this pen in my hand it's Henny and Cran, bar work When I converse it's a All Star Converse Tailored to make n***as chuck deuces and long hearse Sorry won't fly Can't spell apologize without looking at an appalled OG before your eyes They say Business is business can't take it personal What if you made it your business to take it personal All of y'all can get it, this business ain't one personal A 16s merciful god forbid a 32 64s war Saw 1-4 surgical Any more a have ya core fans search Earth for you See my name got way more than respect on it I got fear on it, not even the best want it So come for me like a bench warrant I warrant the bench for you have you at the game but not dressed for it [Hook: Bodega Bamz] I'm in that new whip, inside c**a Hop up out that pretty mothaf**a like hola Hola, hola, hola Say hi to a boss, b**h, a boss b**h Say hi to a boss, b**h, a boss b**h Say hi to a boss, b**h, a boss b**h Say hi to a boss, b**h, a boss b**h [Verse 3: Nitty Scott] I'm in the summer V, no stubble, we bu*tery, AH Cop trees, chop cheese when I f** with the AHKS n***as think they wrote the book, but it's more like a pamphlet Brujeria, I could heal up your soul or I snatch it, AH Sometimes I'm over your head But n***a imma get across like it's over your bed I just get PAN, f** wit a DON And never really let these n***as know what I'm on Cause he could go from papi to pendejo, n***a real quick Now he calling me Perico, I don't feel sh** It was 40, made 120, that's a real flip And I been around the world without a deal b**h Cause my father chose a goddess from the isla She bump Celia Cruz and Lisa Lisa They went on half the kid, the Angelita Dangle little spanglish, that's AFRO LATINA Rest in peace abuela, never got to tell her Hope you found your pleasure, know your life was a novella Pullin' on your rosary, praying that-it get better But Imma do it MEGA, meet you in MECCA I got the proof that little Buddha be the truth in this Ludacris, smooth I'm movin' with you'd think it's lube in this I'm cooler than Cool J, how I'm doin' it Well done, Peter Luger sh**, a n***a lucrative [Hook: Bodega Bamz] I'm in that new whip, inside c**a Hop up out that pretty mothaf**a like hola Hola, hola, hola Say hi to a boss, b**h, a boss b**h Say hi to a boss, b**h, a boss b**h Say hi to a boss, b**h, a boss b**h Say hi to a boss, b**h, a boss b**h