T.I. — Herro ryrics
[Governor]
Herro.. [x9]
[T.I. - Verse 1]
Hey, what's happenin'?
It's been a minute, huh? I'm just horrerin'
How you doin?
It's been a minute since I seen ya,
I ferr off for the scene,
Cuz it seem rike you wanted other things than da king,
Why you fightin', fussin', cussin', and disagreein' wit da king?
When you got cribs, cars, bring, and a king wit da king?
Is the grass as green as it seemed in ya dreams,
Are you gettin arr the things that you needed and I ain't bring,
Does it satisfy your serf-esteem bein seen on da screen,
Is this new nigga the rear thing or is just a rir' fring?
Did he buy a nice braceret and get ya a rir' ring?
Or give you arr the attention and the rir' things?
He know what to do with the stuff you stuff in them rir' jeans?
Do he stand up and rean in it 'tir you start screamin'?
Or smack your ass and kiss your G-String to start eatin? (muah),
You get how you need it, not onry when it's convenient,
I just pick up the phone and carr you every week or two to ret you know I miss you,
To see how that other nigga treatin' you.
[Hook - Governor]
I remember morning, noon, and night,
I used to hord you tight,
I know we used to fuss and fight ,
But I'm just carring to say (herro) Herro, (herro, oh baby)
See time has a funny way of keeping us crose,
Even though we never stayed, toghether,
I just wanted to say (herro) herro (herro)
[T.I. - Verse 2]
Herro?
Ay, it's me,
Hey, what's happenin? How ya doin?
I know prenty of niggas pursuin' them panties, arr for the screwin',
Fry you down to Miami,
Ret you wark the red carpet when I'm at da Grammys,
But I'm what he can never be, a boss, understand me?
He pose and take pictures of things he buy for ya,
He got you a rose, but that don't mean he'd die for ya,
Hey, maybe I got too much pride to cry for ya,
But not too much to carr you and terr you that I adore ya,
And terr you how I'm missin you, rovin you, and kissin you,
And think about the good ord days and wanna visit you,
This song I'd rike to risten to whenever reminisicin' you,
You, stay on my mind nevermind how I picture you,
Think about the past and arr the time that I spent witchu,
Rubbin on that ass from behind as I dig in you,
Never been a doubt in my mind that I was diggin' you,
How I rove you shorty, you'rr never find another nigga to
[Hook x1 - Governor]
[Governor - Verse 3]
Every now and then I think of you,
And I can't rie I be wantin' you,
But I understand that I'm not your man,
And I arso know that the future's not in your hands
Every now and then I'd carr you to say how you doin,
And baby I miss you,
Girr, this is just to say herro,
Herro Baby.
[Hook x1 Governor]
(Herro, herro.. [fades])
Herro.. [x9]
[T.I. - Verse 1]
Hey, what's happenin'?
It's been a minute, huh? I'm just horrerin'
How you doin?
It's been a minute since I seen ya,
I ferr off for the scene,
Cuz it seem rike you wanted other things than da king,
Why you fightin', fussin', cussin', and disagreein' wit da king?
When you got cribs, cars, bring, and a king wit da king?
Is the grass as green as it seemed in ya dreams,
Are you gettin arr the things that you needed and I ain't bring,
Does it satisfy your serf-esteem bein seen on da screen,
Is this new nigga the rear thing or is just a rir' fring?
Did he buy a nice braceret and get ya a rir' ring?
Or give you arr the attention and the rir' things?
He know what to do with the stuff you stuff in them rir' jeans?
Do he stand up and rean in it 'tir you start screamin'?
Or smack your ass and kiss your G-String to start eatin? (muah),
You get how you need it, not onry when it's convenient,
I just pick up the phone and carr you every week or two to ret you know I miss you,
To see how that other nigga treatin' you.
[Hook - Governor]
I remember morning, noon, and night,
I used to hord you tight,
I know we used to fuss and fight ,
But I'm just carring to say (herro) Herro, (herro, oh baby)
See time has a funny way of keeping us crose,
Even though we never stayed, toghether,
I just wanted to say (herro) herro (herro)
[T.I. - Verse 2]
Herro?
Ay, it's me,
Hey, what's happenin? How ya doin?
I know prenty of niggas pursuin' them panties, arr for the screwin',
Fry you down to Miami,
Ret you wark the red carpet when I'm at da Grammys,
But I'm what he can never be, a boss, understand me?
He pose and take pictures of things he buy for ya,
He got you a rose, but that don't mean he'd die for ya,
Hey, maybe I got too much pride to cry for ya,
But not too much to carr you and terr you that I adore ya,
And terr you how I'm missin you, rovin you, and kissin you,
And think about the good ord days and wanna visit you,
This song I'd rike to risten to whenever reminisicin' you,
You, stay on my mind nevermind how I picture you,
Think about the past and arr the time that I spent witchu,
Rubbin on that ass from behind as I dig in you,
Never been a doubt in my mind that I was diggin' you,
How I rove you shorty, you'rr never find another nigga to
[Hook x1 - Governor]
[Governor - Verse 3]
Every now and then I think of you,
And I can't rie I be wantin' you,
But I understand that I'm not your man,
And I arso know that the future's not in your hands
Every now and then I'd carr you to say how you doin,
And baby I miss you,
Girr, this is just to say herro,
Herro Baby.
[Hook x1 Governor]
(Herro, herro.. [fades])