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letra de holy moly - chi

yea
just let me talk my sh-t
real. quick
yuhh, yuhh, yeuhhh

verse 1:
i might throw hands up like i’m a crip
i’m always rocking the latest sh-t
your new man call me lil’ donna karan
and the maison margielas’ your favorite
rock the hilfiger, count figures
i don’t take pictures
i just go f-ck up the city with n-gg-s
specializing in a special finesse so i’m not with the wrenching and drilling with n-gg-s
i’m a pretty lady in a mercedes
tax return is bouta look h-lla crazy
i ain’t kanye so they might ‘sally mae’ me
but ain’t nothing wrong with getting educated
this pack?!—might have you levitating
spike lee with the movies i’m making
snapped a photo with me now you elated
and caught up in the rapture—anita baker

refrain:
2016 gon’ be haters and fakers
but i’m just interested in getting paper
they gon’ think that kobe was still on the lakers
next season how i’m balling on haters (x2)

[hook]
when i’m in the place, they like holy moly
i stick with the real, i don’t play with phonies
i’m big as the globe, boy you gotta know me
the boy met the world so i call him corey
the money come fast like the race cars
you n-gg-s just mad cuz i ain’t y’all
when i’m in the place, they like holy moly
cuz this ain’t 2k and they can’t control me
when i’m in the place, they like holy moly (holy moly, holy moly, holy moly, bounce!)
i stick with the real, i don’t play with phonies ((holy moly, holy moly, holy moly, bounce!)
i’m big as the globe, boy you gotta know me (holy moly, holy moly, holy moly, bounce!)
the boy met the world so i call him corey (holy moly, holy moly, holy moly, bounce!)
the money come fast like the race cars(holy moly, holy moly, holy moly, bounce!)
you n-gg-s just mad cuz i ain’t y’all
when i’m in the place, they like holy moly (holy moly, holy moly, holy moly, bounce!)
cuz this ain’t 2k and they can’t control me (holy moly, holy moly, holy moly, bounce!)

verse 2:
these cops k!lling black kids
so i let the mac spit
cuz they don’t want action
vans on like how the pack did
but if the queen get to snapping, i can rock your world like i’m michael jackson
pray my haters stay denominators, turn these bozos into fractions
i’m not in the streets h-tting licks, man
i’m in the stu making hits, man
i’m not in your club like a b-tch, man
i’m with your boo getting licks, man
i got the cheat-code to the game, you would’ve thought there was a glitch, man
they talk with the stones and the sticks, man
but i’m out here tryna get rich, man
took a trip, i went to saks 5th
cuz i can’t live without the raf simons
haters wanna stop the potty mouth
but i’ma just keep talking my sh-t
boy, i’ll beat it like madlib
these n-gg-s ain’t eating, they fasting
after i do it they do it too
i call that a chain reaction

bounce!
bbbbb-bounce!
bounce!
beantown!

- chi

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