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Holup, Holup

 

Holup, Holup

(Album: Houston 3AM - 2015)


Drop
Holup bitch
Drop
Holup bitch
Holup bitch
Holup bitch
Holup bitch
Holup Holup

Pull Up in that rari turning head
Lil mama leaning on the head rest (they lean)
Get money mother fucking fast
Put your hood up if you ain't scared
Pull up in that be like holup holup
Pimping on your man like holup holup
Four strippers with me when I roll up holup holup
Ace town bitch man we holup holup

I make a beat then I crashed it
I fuck your hoe harder than taxes holup
That what real niggas do that's what real niggas do
All of those hoes are crazy
I make these hoes just pay me
I just want dunk trying to fuck some bodys wife like Tyrone
Tippin on fours when I swing
Boy I'll be thug in the game
Club godzilla and no thrilla and none of these hoes the same
I'll never switch yo
Bitch I never switch yo
Pick one of them bitch we rich yo
Sip on whatever he mixing it's that purple cone

Pull Up in that rari turning head
Lil mama leaning on the head rest (they lean)
Get money mother fucking fast
Put your hood up if you ain't scared
Pull up in that be like holup holup
Pimping on your man like holup holup
Four strippers with me when I roll up holup holup
Ace town bitch man we holup holup

We don't love these hoes never (no)
We say leave for lisa
We got brain like a teacher sit on a wood like a bleacher
When I pull up in that rari you gonna ride
Round with those heaters
Ya'll can run out the liters
I use to fuck with drugs then I stop
I never ever talk to fucking cops
In the club thirty beeps like rapper lots
I got ten bitches in my spot
And then we going to toss these bitch like holup holup
Ace town four four in tha soda soda
I got swingers on my lack and they holding holding
Club godzilla bitch I'm ballin like I'm ballin ballin

Pull Up in that rari turning head
Lil mama leaning on the head rest (they lean)
Get money mother fucking fast
Put your hood up if you ain't scared
Pull up in that be like holup holup
Pimping on your man like holup holup
Four strippers with me when I roll up holup holup
Ace town bitch man we holup holup
Turning heads
Leaning on the red
Mother fucking fast
Put your hand up if you ain't scared

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