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Holla Holla
作詞：Jeffrey Atkins, Taiwan Green, Irving Lorenzo
Holla, holla, all my niggaz thats ready to get, dollars, dollars
Bitches know who can get 'em a little, hotter, hotter
Come on, if you rollin' wit me, follow, follow
It's murda
Holla, holla, all my niggaz thats ready to get, dollars, dollars
Bitches know who can get 'em a little, hotter, hotter
Come on, if you rollin' wit me, follow, follow
It's murda
Think you fuckin' wit, Ja Nada
Watcha wanna go dolla for dolla, holla, holla
My niggaz is hotta, hotta
Fucks plenty bitches, and dug bitches for petty niggaz
You look in me eyes and tell me they style ain't ridiculous
Bitches, bitches pop da pussy and bounce like, hit it, hit it
Sure if your favorite is long you could, get it, get it, baby, baby
Don't you wanna leave tonite and fuck with me
'Cause we really need to be freakin' off at any cost
It's on me, if you married, then get a divorce
When I hits it, some women get twisted
Have 'em twitchin', like damn look what the dick did
I just wanna hit it the worst way, right after a long day
And put the puss on lay away, heard me
I'm that, dirty nigga that get you hot and heat it
Baby girl, if you want it as bad as you need it
Holla, holla, all my niggaz thats ready to get, dollars, dollars
Bitches know who can get 'em a little, hotter, hotter
Come on, if you rollin' wit me, follow, follow
It's murda
Holla, holla, all my niggaz thats ready to get, dollars, dollars
Bitches know who can get 'em a little, hotter, hotter
Come on, if you rollin' wit me, follow, follow
It's murda
Let me holla at my true thugs, if niggaz want war, bust slugs
Nigga, what, I'm hotta, hotta and just cant be touched
Plus, anybody that fucks with me, gonna get felt
How many want it, determines how the slugs get dealt
'Cuz I spit 'em spit 'em
Choke them niggaz like roaches and then clip 'em, clip 'em
Long as I'm alive, I'ma hit 'em, hit 'em
Respect mines, to the day of my demise
Don't fuck with me, 'cuz the flow is, killa, killa
Whoever eva who wants it
Its yours, now your gonna get it, get it
Feela, feela nigga full of holes
Treat 'em like hoes and show no love to them homo thugs
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It's us you wanna fuck with
As soon as them slugs skip from body to body, go from grave to bit
I don't respect it, plus niggas committed treason
Who want it with Ja, who ready to die breathin'?
Holla, holla, all my niggaz thats ready to get, dollars, dollars
Bitches know who can get 'em a little, hotter, hotter
Come on, if you rollin' wit me, follow, follow
It's murda
Holla, holla, all my niggaz thats ready to get, dollars, dollars
Bitches know who can get 'em a little, hotter, hotter
Come on, if you rollin' wit me, follow, follow
It's murda
Ja baby, one of the many, many niggaz who sip, Henny
With the the two seaters, sittin' on twenties
I, I be wit runnin' in, runnin' out
Then, thou bestow hit 'em up, gun 'em down
Niggaz ain't ready for Ja, any way, any how
I give it, give it to niggaz, claimin' that they live it
Real niggaz, niggaz brandish the iron and flash
Like hold this, hold this when you got nothin' to live for
Notice, niggaz be hot and more explosive
Focus, ready to rip 'em up with the dope this
My life, niggaz is frontin' and stuntin' for nothin'
Better act right, fo' I spark and dim your lights
I'm a hazard, to niggaz a bastard
To bitches, when in doubt, go for stealth, and clap the finish
Anythin' movin' rightfully hit for wrong doin'
I'ma follow and encourage all my niggaz to what
Holla, holla, all my niggaz thats ready to get, dollars, dollars
Bitches know who can get 'em a little, hotter, hotter
Come on, if you rollin' wit me, follow, follow
It's murda
Holla, holla, all my niggaz thats ready to get, dollars, dollars
Bitches know who can get 'em a little, hotter, hotter
Come on, if you rollin' wit me, follow, follow
It's murda
Holla, holla, all my niggaz thats ready to get, dollars, dollars
Bitches know who can get 'em a little, hotter, hotter
Come on, if you rollin' wit me, follow, follow
It's murda
Holla, holla, all my niggaz thats ready to get, dollars, dollars
Bitches know who can get 'em a little, hotter, hotter
Come on, if you rollin' wit me, follow, follow
It's murda, holla, holla
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