letra de hollup - lord d’andre
[intro]
oh lord
[hook]
big rings, they thought i married a b—-
hollup
big green, i’m counting cabbage and s—
hollup
living, we living lavish and s—
hollup
thirteen, they know we having this s—
rick owens mixed with the raf simons
they doing bad business, i just want mad digits
i’m in my bag, i’m in it. you going out sad, you trippin
outfit rad, dripping. these n—-s p—- you cat, kitten
i’m a big dog like brad. i’m pitting’
[verse 1]
big body benz might hog up the lanes
i’m tryna’ cop me a bentley mulsanne
b—- i’m the bomb like saddam hussein
this drip rare, yo s— outdated
like old black pants, i’m way too faded
cut the cap. i don’t want to hear it, you can save it
i’m on the grind, tony hawk pro skater
these n—-s sweet like now & laters
i just copped a brand new wrist piece, but the s— way too heavy
had to put some brand new ice in my bezzy’
presidential matte black chevy
1 of 1, you can’t get this s— off the shelf
all that hating ain’t good for your health
need to get some s— off your chest? (aye)
and i’m rocking water like phelps (aye)
double “c” , double “g” , gucci
i’m living gucci. my life a movie
my diamonds wet like jacuzzi
and my diamonds dance like uzi
finger f— the ring like a coochie
mother f— the fame, i be f—ing on blue cheese
i could give a f— about a groupie
they know i got it. they thinking i’m hoodbaby
no baby. get on the beat and i go crazy
lately i been rocking …
[hook]
[verse 2]
yesterday i ain’t even put on a ‘fit
still dripped out. still at the top-top
these n—-s p-ssed off cause i’m on my s— now
and they can’t get down with the gang
these n—-s lame, n—-s can’t hang
they was talking s— now these h–s on my d—
look how they switch for the fame and the money and the chains
for the m’s i probably couldn’t blame you
put a beam on his head. now he looking like an indian
these n—-s sweeter than muhf—ing cinnamon
money is my muhf—ing synonym
they know he’s hot so they envy him
he is me, i am him, he is the chosen one
they call me lord, but i’m not the holy one
imma feed your b—- b-lls after the club, that’s a hole-in-one
hit and run like i don’t got no insurance
i run this s— like i got good endurance
my diamonds clear like hydrated urine
i am not in the tax bracket that you’re in
i am so sick, i think i need curing
all these lil n—-s my children
shawty eat the whole d—, she ain’t sharing
i make her sing like ed sheeran
bust a b—- down, now her p—- needs repairing
[hook]
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