letra de holy - thr33
[chorus]
ba-bad bih’ holy and she go to church
bu-but she still let me f-ck
yes, she still let me f-ck
go-got that glock on me, i keep it tucked
she keep on arguing, man, this bih’ petty
white ho’ finna set you up, call that bih’ betty
n-gga, “suprise!” pop out the cut like confetti
h-ha, ha, that n-gga won’t ready for me
t-t-that p-ssy n-gga took off running, he flee’
hallelujah! b-tch, i got bread!!!
that boy try’ to run up, he finna be dead
i look at my bank, that sh-t looking good
and i do this rap to get out the hood
and i need some bread, finna hit a jugg
and i’m outside, b-tch, i keep that fye
[verse]
yes, i keep that b-tch on me
bad b-tch, she finna come touch up on me
swear these n-ggas be fake, man, these n-ggas be phony
n-gga don’t try to share my hate, you not my homie
but i f-ck with my brother ’cause he got my back
i don’t really like playing, i keep sh-t in tact’
these n-ggas gon’ chat, huh, yeah
lil’ bro, that’s a fact, ha, yeah
i don’t like thot ho’s, andrew tate
and babygirl shake it like a earthquake
that p-ssy got water like a whale
my choppa say, “h-llo!” like adele
i’on need a gun, n-gga, i could beat yo’ ass
i ride in the h-llcat, goin’ super fast
i just did a sin, man, i gotta pray
a-a-ain’t no need them n-ggas f-cking up my day
and my pack came from mexico, n-gga, olé!
i-i-i’on need to f-ck b-tches, n-gga, stayin’ celibate
i might pop me a perc, n-gga, for the h-ll of it
that boy tryna act hard but he telling fables
that boy saw his life flash like the holy ghost
i break yo’ bih’ in, give her scolios’
and he try’ to run, he will not get far
i’m finna blow up, it can be tomorrow
i’m finna blow up, n-gga
‘member them days, i was stuck, n-gga
the f-ck you gon’ say, n-gga?
i was down bad with no pay, n-gga
i was so sad, n-gga, fightin’ my demons
no-not finna nut, she thought she had my s-m-n
woke up, it’s a beautiful day, i ain’t dreaming
i got ‘h-lla trust issues, stay by my doly’
that b-tch is a freak but she say she holy (holy!!!!!)
[chorus]
ba-bad bih’ holy and she go to church
bu-but she still let me f-ck
yes, she still let me f-ck
go-got that glock on me, i keep it tucked
she keep on arguing, man, this bih’ petty
white ho’ finna set you up, call that bih’ betty
n-gga, “suprise!” pop out the cut like confetti
h-ha, ha, that n-gga won’t ready for me
t-t-that p-ssy n-gga took off running, he flee’
hallelujah! b-tch, i got bread!!!
that boy try’ to run up, he finna be dead
i look at my bank, that sh-t looking good
and i do this rap to get out the hood
and i need some bread, finna hit a jugg
and i’m outside, b-tch, i keep that fye
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