Lyrics:
now everybody know my name
Hollin' Ro, do another show
Wanted me to swang down, on another 4
Charge twenty grand, for a show
Plus, I want half
know you got a lot of chicks hollin' at you
But I bet they cannot last
You know I'm the wifey type, babe (woo!)
You know I be one of a kind, oh whoa
luna y pan de hollín
Cada día en su tristeza
que no quiere amanecer
lo madruga un seis de enero
con la estrella del revés
y tres reyes gatos
with pain
'Alright'
'Alright'
'Alright woman'
Weee-ll, when ya hear me holl'in, baby
You know it hurt way down inside.
instead a hollin' I'ma get it
H-U Double R-I
To the cane
Hop in my whip and let me get it out the frame
But if you bend ya back then I can beat it up in
niggas grab they head and jump back
Hollin' whoa 'cause it's goin' down like lips to dick
I'm so tight I make you bitches never want to see the mic
back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggas)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga,
if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the real
I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill
Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up
hollin out eastside
Uhh, what y'all busters gon do
When the pimps, bangers, and hustlers smash on you
It aint about who's sellin the most caine
Put
back
And them ghetto bitches hollin' "How you do that?"
So they could never say we never lived it
And if I see Biggie tonight I loved every minute
hollin out eastside
Uhh, what y'all busters gon do
When the pimps, bangers, and hustlers smash on you
It aint about who's sellin the most caine
Put
girlfriends got girlfriends."
On the phone, hollin' that "niggas is whatever"
Let's fly to Euro and make this the best summer ever
Now she heading to Rome,
but dont hurt that hurt that
Take you with me if you can show me how you do that
Looking so hot and got the hood hollin ("who dat")
Hit it so hard
that
Got to the flo' but don't hurt that hurt that
Take you with me if you can show me how you do that
Looking so hot and got the hood hollin' ("who
got that swagger workin'
I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind them Phantom curtains
What is you holl'in' bitch I'm on some gangsta shit
She
her
All I talk is that cash, Versace all in my bag
Dope all in my vein, hoes hollin' my name
White T still pimpin', Lenox Mall in a Bentley
He
on the video wit Lil' Wayne 'n' T-Pain
In the back of the hummer truck like switchin' four lanes
Hollin' out woosh boy like money ain't a thang
I gave her
boo, hollin' "woof"
Cause Snoop is back
Back like Return of The Jedi
Nigga don't say shit, cause I
Already said I, be on the red-eye
Ya fat, ya black, ya
Hot Wheels, Hot Wheels, Hot Wheels, Hot Wheels
По всей шее синяки, я горячее Hollin Hill
Hot, Hot Wheels, Hot, Hot Wheels, Hot, эй
Расстегни ширинку
now everybody know my name
Hollin' Ro, do another show
Wanted me to swang down, on another 4
Charge twenty grand, for a show
Plus, I want half
back and recline, in my bed and wine
Live my life to the fullest
My nigga ??? ???
Bitch I'm ballin' big tyme
Hear my motherfuckin' word, I'm hollin
Hollin' Ro, do another show
Wanted me to swang down, on another 4
Charge twenty grand, for a show
Plus, I want half of the do'
In this rap game, to get
Now it is wat it is and it was how it was
I'm hollin lil mama like wat
Money mo stacked tryin ta get my g's back
All these memories breed seeds
sayin', so I holla at her I say
"Ay man check this out, man I seen ya over there
Hollin' at ole boy, I ain't hatin' on that
You know what I'm sayin'
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