i’m here lyrics – hopsin

“i’m here”

ohh, i’m here!
so open up the door for me
(who is it?)
it’s hopsin
i’m here
so open up the door for me
hurry up and let me in
(na na na na na)
give me my dinner
(na na na na na)
then p*ss me the dessert

yo, h-izzo p
stepped in the dizzo
wit a mean mug and a magnificent flizzo
i’m gotta get my swag on n*gg* ye know
i’m tryna leave the club wit a freaky *ss hoeeee!
my p*n*s is all i’m feenin to give her
hopsin is sicker than a n*gg*r who sobbin
from hiccups and vomit his liver (what?)
you wanna blow up?
stop gobblin liquor and probly consider
plottin some sh*t up to get popular quicker
phonies get to many plays on the station
and leave me *ssed out of a deal
while they on vacation
sh*t i’ll leave these rappers face on the pavement!
this games filled wit more whack n*gg*s
then the slave on his bas*m*nt
but i’m a freth of bresh air
i mean a breath of fresh air
mcs are next to catch h*ll
i leave em wrecked and then scared
cause that’s just what i do
i’m the lyrical bugaboo
wait on me for a subsitute
i be tearing sh*t up so move!

ohh, i’m here!
so open up the door for me
(who is it?)
it’s hopsin
i’m here
so open up the door for me
hurry up and let me in
(na na na na na)
give me my dinner
(na na na na na)
then p*ss me the dessert

hey shorty, if i buy you a 40
you think that you can gimme some tang?
i’m feelin h*rny, or we can have an orgy
wit you and your friends, ill be the man
have a n*gg* yellin out, yeah!
my label tryna make me switch the flow
just because oprah,
don’t want me sayin b*tch no more
i’m like oprah why you doin this?
come on this is ludacris
that just hypes my *ss up even more
to call you a b*tch!
this is my life, and this is my urge
this is my mic, and these are my words
you cant stop hopsin
forget it, its not poppin
i kick the sh*t that n*gg*s love
when they hot boxin
right when you was bout to retire
from listenin rap music,
i reversered and turned you back to it
it was a close call
i was even thinkin all hope was lost
but most of all!
be happy

ohh, i’m here!
so open up the door for me
(who is it?)
it’s hopsin
i’m here
so open up the door for me
hurry up and let me in
(na na na na na)
give me my dinner
(na na na na na)
then p*ss me the dessert

i go to rap concerts, and post in the back
don’t even clap,
i’m knowin that to show or be whack
after performin
they be lookin like they supposed to get dap
i’m like,
man you got murdered by your openin act!
get outta here!
you ain’t f*ckin wit what i brought to the table
you just a tax write-off for your label
you outside flossin you range rove
hoes eyeballin your bankroll
till you floppin all the money back
am i watchin the same show?
i think so
i’m the invincible, unpredictable
mr. ripper flow
yes its pitiful, gimme some nipples to nibble on
lyrical general, suck on my genitals
fore you get sh*tted on
understand me or ye never gon get along
he best be, the hottest since the ps3
straight out the w.e.s.t
of course!
what other rappers you know
reppin it iller?
you other nigggas pretty hot
but i’m a definite killer

ohh, i’m here!
so open up the door for me
(who is it?)
it’s hopsin
i’m here
so open up the door for me
hurry up and let me in
(na na na na na)
give me my dinner
(na na na na na)
then p*ss me the dessert
[x2]

hopsin! [x5]
hopsin! [x5]

h-izzo p stepped in the dizzo
wit a mean mug and a magnificent flizzo
h-izzo p stepped in the dizzo
wit a mean mug and a magnificent flizzo

/ hopsin lyrics