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Holla Holla
作词:Jeffrey Atkins, Taiwan Green, Irving Lorenzo
Holla, holla, all my niggaz thats ready to get, dollars, dollars Bitches know who can get 'em a little, hotter, hotter Come on, if you rollin' wit me, follow, follow It's murda
Holla, holla, all my niggaz thats ready to get, dollars, dollars Bitches know who can get 'em a little, hotter, hotter Come on, if you rollin' wit me, follow, follow It's murda
Think you fuckin' wit, Ja Nada Watcha wanna go dolla for dolla, holla, holla My niggaz is hotta, hotta Fucks plenty bitches, and dug bitches for petty niggaz
You look in me eyes and tell me they style ain't ridiculous Bitches, bitches pop da pussy and bounce like, hit it, hit it Sure if your favorite is long you could, get it, get it, baby, baby Don't you wanna leave tonite and fuck with me
'Cause we really need to be freakin' off at any cost It's on me, if you married, then get a divorce When I hits it, some women get twisted Have 'em twitchin', like damn look what the dick did
I just wanna hit it the worst way, right after a long day And put the puss on lay away, heard me I'm that, dirty nigga that get you hot and heat it Baby girl, if you want it as bad as you need it
Holla, holla, all my niggaz thats ready to get, dollars, dollars Bitches know who can get 'em a little, hotter, hotter Come on, if you rollin' wit me, follow, follow It's murda
Holla, holla, all my niggaz thats ready to get, dollars, dollars Bitches know who can get 'em a little, hotter, hotter Come on, if you rollin' wit me, follow, follow It's murda
Let me holla at my true thugs, if niggaz want war, bust slugs Nigga, what, I'm hotta, hotta and just cant be touched Plus, anybody that fucks with me, gonna get felt How many want it, determines how the slugs get dealt
'Cuz I spit 'em spit 'em Choke them niggaz like roaches and then clip 'em, clip 'em Long as I'm alive, I'ma hit 'em, hit 'em Respect mines, to the day of my demise Don't fuck with me, 'cuz the flow is, killa, killa
Whoever eva who wants it Its yours, now your gonna get it, get it Feela, feela nigga full of holes Treat 'em like hoes and show no love to them homo thugs 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
It's us you wanna fuck with As soon as them slugs skip from body to body, go from grave to bit I don't respect it, plus niggas committed treason Who want it with Ja, who ready to die breathin'?
Holla, holla, all my niggaz thats ready to get, dollars, dollars Bitches know who can get 'em a little, hotter, hotter Come on, if you rollin' wit me, follow, follow It's murda
Holla, holla, all my niggaz thats ready to get, dollars, dollars Bitches know who can get 'em a little, hotter, hotter Come on, if you rollin' wit me, follow, follow It's murda
Ja baby, one of the many, many niggaz who sip, Henny With the the two seaters, sittin' on twenties I, I be wit runnin' in, runnin' out Then, thou bestow hit 'em up, gun 'em down
Niggaz ain't ready for Ja, any way, any how I give it, give it to niggaz, claimin' that they live it Real niggaz, niggaz brandish the iron and flash Like hold this, hold this when you got nothin' to live for
Notice, niggaz be hot and more explosive Focus, ready to rip 'em up with the dope this My life, niggaz is frontin' and stuntin' for nothin' Better act right, fo' I spark and dim your lights
I'm a hazard, to niggaz a bastard To bitches, when in doubt, go for stealth, and clap the finish Anythin' movin' rightfully hit for wrong doin' I'ma follow and encourage all my niggaz to what
Holla, holla, all my niggaz thats ready to get, dollars, dollars Bitches know who can get 'em a little, hotter, hotter Come on, if you rollin' wit me, follow, follow It's murda
Holla, holla, all my niggaz thats ready to get, dollars, dollars Bitches know who can get 'em a little, hotter, hotter Come on, if you rollin' wit me, follow, follow It's murda
Holla, holla, all my niggaz thats ready to get, dollars, dollars Bitches know who can get 'em a little, hotter, hotter Come on, if you rollin' wit me, follow, follow It's murda
Holla, holla, all my niggaz thats ready to get, dollars, dollars Bitches know who can get 'em a little, hotter, hotter Come on, if you rollin' wit me, follow, follow It's murda, holla, holla
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