Search results for 'holy moley'

Make that Cash (stack stack)
Piggy Bank (bank on bank)
Shit so Fat 
Need a hand out
XL dash (yeh he gone)
Holy moley (holy moley)
These niggas phoney

wasteland
It is what it is, this is who I am

I need a spaceship
A facelift
Holy Moley
I'm shitfaced all the time

Walk a mile in my shoes but I don't

need)
Baby I need that yum (I need that yum)
Give me that juicy fruity (That juicy fruity)
Give me that holy moley (That holy moley)
Wetter than Aquafina

God got my back sheesh
Holy moley I had to bring holy the back
No excusing no loosing my faith
I got control of that
I'm off the porch
And can't

On appearance

Holy, Moley
Real, Or phony
Needs, Over greed
Delish, Dish
With, Veggies
Rather than, Bologna
And get, The money
Course crash
Nothing, Wrong with

blast blast blast blast holy moley 
Saucing on your girl with those big raviolis
Sauce sauce sauce sauce sauce rigatoni 
Always on top, got that extra

Driving off the road
Now your tracks are stuck in stone
Now the cracks will form a cone

Roly Poly Holy Moley
Crawling on the bone
Now it slides upon

Match on gasoline, that's fire
Lock me up in prison, ay

I'm in my element
Ay
Holy moley

I knock him out
Lock me up in prison
Holy moley

See Me Now

Charlie Wilson

My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

2010

Miami Heat, shit
Comparin' them to us, man they gotta add Kobe
Whoadie, holy moley went, from G-Shockin' to Rollie
From the D, coppin' in Beverly

Moley
Then we called her Holy Moley 'cause she got
Saved, then she married a Mexican feller
Then we called her Guacamole
You know that story on her but

"holy moley"
Big Poppa, fuck a cape I'm that Paper Crusader
Playin Sega in the wide body Blazer

[Coolio]
I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with

Alabama, Arkansas
I do love my ma and pa
Not that way that I do love you

Holy moley, me oh my
You're the apple of my eye
Girl, I've never

so I crush MC's to guacamole
Makin' Robin scream, "holy moley!"
Big Poppa, fuck a cape I'm that Paper Crusader
Playin' Sega in the wide body Blazer

wholly, holy, you'll say holy moley
Here come the coroner get 'em, play rolly poley
I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat
When it's rapping

the start

Holy Moley, go
Holy glory hole
Now get off my back
Lonely holy ghost

Try Fascism this spring!
Listen the terrorists are chomping at the bit for

a wedding ring I got my brodie
Holy fucking moley
Stop calling my phone you being nosy
Talking shit baloney
Wait 'till I pop out you'll be below me
I been

i feel like Flacko Jodye


Ballin til i get a trophy

Then ill dip just like aioli 


Yeah



(2x)





VERSE 1





Holy moley,


I aint talkin bout

the dirt
But I wanna hear those tires goes skrt skrt skrt
Ridin slowly
Yeah, Watch the wheels do a roley poley
Holy moley
When they talk my mind dip

me out the friend zone 
rest assured b forever yours

(Second verse) 
holy shit holy grail 
holy moley donut shop
you got em shook soda pop 
don't

All your verses so pathetic
Man you rapping like you headless
How this boy heaven sent but everything he spit is hellish
Hella holy, holy moley peep

the booth while the two thotties blow me
Take a trip to sky town and you'll be below me
Blast blast blast blast blast, holy moley
Saucing on your girl with my

makes its own damn pain soley
Smoking like I'm chosen, holy, moley

Only, growing, every single moment is a
Morning, mourning, better pick a pencil with

Pollie
That nigga's flashing his roley
Holy 
Moley
He's just a one trick pony
That's his pitch
Got that shit 
Now he's rich
But his character's poor
That's

slowly holy moley Close my eyes now i might Never wake
This should be fun why am i Miserable tired like Michelin
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