Hol' Up

歌詞

I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air Stewardess complimentin' me on my nappy hair If I can f-ck her in front of all of these passengers They'll prob'ly think I'm a terrorist Eat my asparagus, then I'm askin' her Thoughts of a young nigga, fast money and freedom A crash dummy for diamonds, I know you dyin' to meet 'em I'll prob'ly die in a minute Just bury me with twenty bitches, twenty million, and a Comptown fitted Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin' Section 80 Back in this bitch in the back of that bitch Wit' my back against the wall and yo' bitch on the edge of my dick Jump off I call a bitch a bitch, a ho a ho, a woman a woman I never did nothin' but break the ground on top of the asphalt Tire mark gave you evidence that I'm easily peddlin' with the speed of a lightnin' bolt As a kid I killed two adults, I'm too advanced I live my twenties at two years old, the wiser man Truth be told, I'm like eighty-seven Wicked as eighty reverends in a pool of fire wit' devils holdin' hands From the distance, don't know which one is a Christian, damn Who can I trust in 2012? There's no one Not even myself, a Gemini screamin' for help, somebody Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' When you do it like this, nigga, losin' ain't an option Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin' (Ay, ay, kick her out the studio, Ali) 24/7 nigga, workin' his ass for it, she poppin' that ass for it The King of Diamonds wit' diamonds I never do ask for They checkin' my passport, I'm too accustomed with Customs She call in the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff 'I'm They want me to fast-forward the game, and why you complain When you niggas is past poor, you'll never hop in my lane When you pushin' a RAV4, you wreckin' my Jaguar You play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' When you do it like this, nigga, losin' ain't an option Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' When you do it like this, nigga I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air Stewardess complimentin' me on my nappy hair If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers They'll prob'ly think I'm Osama The plane emergency landed, it was an honor hol' up