Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Holy Shit, artist - AG Club. Date of issue: 12.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Holy Shit |
| Uh, I gotta bad bitch |
| 'Cause you know I ain’t average, uh |
| 'Cause you know I been had it, uh |
| And I been cookin' with some magic |
| This time, this time it’s different then before |
| I’m headed to the sky, money knockin' at my door |
| I’m trying to stay afloat while I’m catchin' all the dough |
| I’m trying to hold it all, but that ass is like a boat |
| I got a bad bitch, straight from L. A |
| Said I can have it any which way |
| I got a bad bitch, straight from L. A |
| Said I can have it no matter the place |
| I got a bad bitch, straight from L. A |
| Said I can have it tomorrow, today |
| I got a bad bitch, straight from L. A |
| Yeah, straight from L. A |
| Karma’s a bitch, tax must be her sister |
| Boy, go 'head get all that shit out your system |
| If you sent the text then it’s status: delivered |
| I ran it through mud, just so I could get blisters |
| A lot, fresh out the pot |
| Hot enough to make the tea kettle scream |
| But this ain’t that shit that you see in your dreams |
| Virtual reality, live on the screen |
| Hide from heaven, hide from your perception |
| Learn from love and duck the MAC-11's |
| Keep the pressure burstin' out the seams |
| Know the higher power reign supreme |
| Find yourself and find your own direction |
| Hopefully it leads to inspiration |
| Out concern yourself with greater questions |
| How you feel, don’t fuck with no erection |
| Album dropped now all you niggas see |
| Apply the pressure, bend the block then bleed |
| My mind invented signs I couldn’t read |
| My blindness was my source of misery |
| The time I spent on talkin' shit, I walk with limps |
| My swagger built this confidence |
| You might attempt to press my conglomerates |
| That’s when I gotta black your eye and bust your lip |
| And hold my dick, they wanna treat me like I’m three-fifth, man |
| Invisible man, like, hit it again |
| Now who can pretend, these niggas really want me to win |
| They put me on the oxygen blocks, sell me by the gram |
| They need me as a sacrificial lamb, I ain’t with it |
| 'Cause to this AG shit I’m committed |
| I stick my dick inside the game to her kidney |
| I need a milly for the rock and then I split it with Benji |
| Like forty to sixty, bitch! |