BeatKing - Holup Holup lyrics
[BeatKing - Holup Holup lyrics]
Drop holup bitch drop holup bitch
Holup Holup
Pull Up in that rari turning head
Lil mama leaning on the head rest (they lean)
Get money mother fucking fast
Put your hood up if you ain't scared
Pull up in that be like holup holup
Pimping on your man like holup holup
Four strippers with me when i
Roll up holup holup
Ace town bitch man we holup holup
I make a beat then i crashed it
I fuck your hoe harder than taxes holup
That what real niggers do thats
What real niggers do
All of those hoes are crazy
I make these hoes just pay me
I just want dunk trying to fuck
Some bodys wife like Tyrone
Tippin on fours when i swing
Boy i’ll be thug in the game
Club godzilla and no thrilla and none
Of these hoes the same i’ll never switch yo
Bitch i never switch yo
Pick one of them bitch we rich yo
Sip on whatever he mixing
It's that purple cone
We don't love these hoes never (no)
We say leave for lisa
We got brain like a teacher sit
On a wood like a bleacher
When i pull up in that rari you gonna ride
Round with those heaters
Yall can run out the liters
I use to fuck with drugs then i stop
I never ever talk to fucking cops
In the club thirty beeps like rapper lots
I got ten bitches in my spot
And then we going to toss
These bitch like holup holup
Ace town four four in tha soda soda
I got swingers on my lack
And they holding holding
Club godzilla bitch i’m ballin
Like i’m ballin ballin
Pull Up in that rari turning head
Lil mama leaning on the head rest (they lean)
Get money mother fucking fast
Put your hood up if you ain't scared
Pull up in that be like holup holup
Pimping on your man like holup holup
Four strippers with me when i
Roll up holup holup
Ace town bitch man we holup holup
Turning heads leaning on the red
Mother fucking fast
Put your hand up if you ain't scared
Holup Holup
Pull Up in that rari turning head
Lil mama leaning on the head rest (they lean)
Get money mother fucking fast
Put your hood up if you ain't scared
Pull up in that be like holup holup
Pimping on your man like holup holup
Four strippers with me when i
Roll up holup holup
Ace town bitch man we holup holup
I make a beat then i crashed it
I fuck your hoe harder than taxes holup
That what real niggers do thats
What real niggers do
All of those hoes are crazy
I make these hoes just pay me
I just want dunk trying to fuck
Some bodys wife like Tyrone
Tippin on fours when i swing
Boy i’ll be thug in the game
Club godzilla and no thrilla and none
Of these hoes the same i’ll never switch yo
Bitch i never switch yo
Pick one of them bitch we rich yo
Sip on whatever he mixing
It's that purple cone
We don't love these hoes never (no)
We say leave for lisa
We got brain like a teacher sit
On a wood like a bleacher
When i pull up in that rari you gonna ride
Round with those heaters
Yall can run out the liters
I use to fuck with drugs then i stop
I never ever talk to fucking cops
In the club thirty beeps like rapper lots
I got ten bitches in my spot
And then we going to toss
These bitch like holup holup
Ace town four four in tha soda soda
I got swingers on my lack
And they holding holding
Club godzilla bitch i’m ballin
Like i’m ballin ballin
Pull Up in that rari turning head
Lil mama leaning on the head rest (they lean)
Get money mother fucking fast
Put your hood up if you ain't scared
Pull up in that be like holup holup
Pimping on your man like holup holup
Four strippers with me when i
Roll up holup holup
Ace town bitch man we holup holup
Turning heads leaning on the red
Mother fucking fast
Put your hand up if you ain't scared