Songtext von Hollon

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ho, you must not know what you just started (Fuck) Me and my bitches go gnarly Give a fuck about this party We gon' step on shit regardless (Stamp that) Get my goons, swipe that bitch, and now dispute the charges (On gang) Makin' music, beatin' on bitches, I be really marchin' (Woo) I got hands for a ho, I get bands for a show He want chance after chance, after chance, nigga, no (Uh-uh) I keep sayin': Free Lil Four Do my dance on them folks If it's up, it's goin' down soon as I land on them folks Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho I-I-I-I do what I want, I'm pressure (Pressure) Don't follow the rules, I'm rebel (No) I stand out, bitch, I'm special (Ayy) I'm a stand up bitch like Kevin (On God) You a bum-ass bitch, you messy (Messy) Don't start with me, bitch, I'm petty (Ho) Line any bitch up, I'm ready I don't pick and choose, it's up with whoever All my, all my diamonds cert' (Ice) And all these members certi' too Smilin' at my nigga? Ho Knock out all your thirty-two (Bum-ass) C8 doors open up for me Hear the engine vroom (Vroom) Switch to sport I got somewhere to be, lil' baby, I'm important (On gang) Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Glock. 19, it came with a drum, yeah, that's my favorite gun (Bop) Asked if he my only nigga, I said: No, but you my favorite one (Nah, for real) Yeah, rare-ass bitch, nigga, I'm one of one (Fuck you mean?) Nah, I can't make you mines, but I can make you cum Freak up in the sheets, in them streets, baby, I'm a thug I just threw ten-thousand-somethin' ones in this fuckin' club (Huh, hoo) I'm poppin' it so hard 'cause I ain't used to shit (I ain't used to shit) These niggas ain't got no type, they want a stupid bitch (On gang) Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho