Lil Wayne - Holler lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne - Holler lyrics]
Ight, pay attention
I’m feelin’ like I’m trapped smack
Dab in a cage
Wrapped in the rapture of the streets all day
I ain’t got chruch, I got work, but I’m saved
And I don’t know if this is how to behave
It make me wanna - holla
Burnin’ in the fire but I’m cold
Will I ever stop, bet my tires tell ya, "No"
I’m holdin’ down the spot, ‘cause
Bitch niggas hit the road, fuck ‘em!
But I know real G’s never fold
It make me wanna - holla
Ridin’ in the city in a z0’
And now I keep it G, they play with any
I’m gone
And I don’t need a key, ‘cause when I’m here
I’m home My city!
Correct me if I’m wrong, oh
It make me wanna - holla
Hustlin’ in this mothafuckin’ hell
I’m all about my dough
Anything else is unreal
I know I got ‘scale, but fuck I got bills
You don’t know why a nigga feel
It make me wanna - holla
Yeah, yeah
It go - gangsta, gangsta, steamer in the Sema
My flow Billie Jean, who feelin’ me?
Kill his team we in the jungle
But gotta get that gorilla CREAM
And for that squilla, we fight and kill-a
For real-a by any means I got to get it
Even if I spill it
That green, I gotta take it and feel it
Yeah that green we take it
Place it in Phillies and lace it with sizzurp
We blaze it, they a be feelin’
Don’t wanna be disturbed
You hatin’ homie, you get it?
Get yourself some work, and
Take yo’ bitch back
Get yourself some err and holdin’ my skrrt
It’s Pimp Juice, from the same Thomas PJ’s
Crawl over to the 17th Ward, been hard
Then I crawl to the east
And I balled in the east now talk ‘bout me
When they talk ‘bout the east
Nigga, call it like you see it
Weezy’s a young G came up on a hundie and
Flipped it to Young Money uh
I’m feelin’ like I’m trapped smack
Dab in a cage
Wrapped in the rapture of the streets all day
I ain’t got chruch, I got work, but I’m saved
And I don’t know if this is how to behave
It make me wanna - holla
Burnin’ in the fire but I’m cold
Will I ever stop, bet my tires tell ya, "No"
I’m holdin’ down the spot, ‘cause
Bitch niggas hit the road, fuck ‘em!
But I know real G’s never fold
It make me wanna - holla
Ridin’ in the city in a z0’
And now I keep it G, they play with any
I’m gone
And I don’t need a key, ‘cause when I’m here
I’m home My city!
Correct me if I’m wrong, oh
It make me wanna - holla
Hustlin’ in this mothafuckin’ hell
I’m all about my dough
Anything else is unreal
I know I got ‘scale, but fuck I got bills
You don’t know why a nigga feel
It make me wanna - holla
Yeah, yeah
It go - gangsta, gangsta, steamer in the Sema
My flow Billie Jean, who feelin’ me?
Kill his team we in the jungle
But gotta get that gorilla CREAM
And for that squilla, we fight and kill-a
For real-a by any means I got to get it
Even if I spill it
That green, I gotta take it and feel it
Yeah that green we take it
Place it in Phillies and lace it with sizzurp
We blaze it, they a be feelin’
Don’t wanna be disturbed
You hatin’ homie, you get it?
Get yourself some work, and
Take yo’ bitch back
Get yourself some err and holdin’ my skrrt
It’s Pimp Juice, from the same Thomas PJ’s
Crawl over to the 17th Ward, been hard
Then I crawl to the east
And I balled in the east now talk ‘bout me
When they talk ‘bout the east
Nigga, call it like you see it
Weezy’s a young G came up on a hundie and
Flipped it to Young Money uh