🎵 Hey There Delilah (V1) // by Smokepurpp

3 ContributorsHey There Delilah (V1) Lyrics [Verse 1: Yoppa BAM] Hey there Delilah Hey there Delilah Hey there Delilah, I came in with a choppa I got her in the backseat, better act proper I’m off thirty xans I wanna meet your father After I fuck her, I don’t ever wanna call her Hey there Delilah, I’m riding through your city In a Hellcat, bitch I’m looking pretty Tattoos on my face ‘cause I be really with the killing I keep a twin Glock for all the niggas tryna get me My Grandma was a trapper, serving bricks from under hеr titties My Grandpa was a trapper, had fifty bricks in the cеiling This that B$R shit, I make a move and don’t reveal it Audemars scales on my wrist, it got me feeling fishy Bitch gon’ give me that top, I don’t even let her kiss me Got Delilah in my room with her friend and they switching [Verse 2: Smokepurpp] Hey there Delilah, bitch I’m in your city AR hold a hunnid and I came in with some titties Hey there Delilah, I’m like ten blocks down Heard he got that pack then my niggas gun him down Lay him on the floor, shh, bitch don’t make a sound AP on my wrist and it’s worth three hundred pounds Niggas talking crazy I’ma pop up at your spot Pop up with a Glock, then I fuck your thot I go crazy with chopsticks, no Benihanas Try me if you wanna, dying if you wanna Mama told me “Ugh, it smell like marijuana” Bullets heat him up just like a motherfucking sauna [Outro: Smokepurpp] I bet this chopper make him chicken head I bet this chopper make him chicken head I bet this chopper make him chicken head I don’t want no sex, lil bitch, I want the head I bet this chopper make him chicken head I bet this chopper make him chicken head I bet this chopper make him chicken head