Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ho'Lat, artist - Andre Nickatina. Album song Andre Nickatina, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fillmoe Coleman
Song language: English
Ho'Lat |
Shoot you like a free throw, don’t be no hero |
Turnt into a zero, I’m hard to find like Nemo |
Pour wine on you like Nino, to the format |
Walk on you like a doormat |
I made a bet, did they score that? |
Man money I fold that, dice I roll that |
Tell a freak to HO’LAT |
Oh you decided, money you gon' hide it |
And not divide it, never split the pie |
And then you’re gonna lie and straight deny it? |
Hell’s where your souls at, freak you’s a polecat |
And I’ma let you know that, and you can’t control that |
Straight expose that, until you HO’LAT |
Straight to the abyss, with a death wish |
Pasta and fish, and cannabis, and a bucket list |
That’s bucket list, and stuck in this, like a Stucky Fish |
And you know that, snap quick like a Kodak |
Homie where is that dro at? |
Yea you need to roll that |
It’s time to blow that Fillmoe, HO’LAT |
Every time I come through, I sit her down what you wan' do? |
Knockout a nigga with the 1, 2/ I don’t need a gun dude |
And tryna run up was a dumb move, you niggas broke the number 1 rule |
Now I gotta show that, lil nigga where the doe at |
You gotta reap what you sow jack, homie now you know that |
Ain’t no thang to throw a couple of blows and tellem HO’LAT |
You niggas dealin with a monster, get in ya veins like ganja |
I been (raised??) like a doctor, crooked like a copper |
Bomb like Osama, Bin Laden drama |
And you don’t really want that, the flow clean pullin' kojax |
Dope fiends call it cold crack, sippin on the (bozac?) |
Tell ya girl to come here so I can see if she a HO’LAT |
If not back up off me unless (she tryna boss me)? |
Wake em up like caffeine and coffee |
You’re gonna need an army to disarm me |
'Cus Im never ever heated softly, I keep a fo' fo' gat |
Bodies on it call it throw back, Made nigga killin mo' raps |
I’m the typa man (???) toss you a hand grenade and say here (??) HO’LAT |
Being caught up in the aftermath, is like a Magic Johnson pass |
Black bag fulla filthy cash |
Now you flip the Steve Nash, how long will that last |
'cus time goes real fast |
Gonna think you stole that, then you resold that |
Had to get that dough back |
Now its time to show that, quick control that |
Word life HOLD THAT |
This is a film mix, like Stanley Kubrik |
Nothing to fool with, get ya poolstick |
Hit the Que ball, floss my white wall |
My rise and my fall |
I know you know that, Fillmoe don’t hold back |
San Francisco that |
Now where’s the hope at where’s the dope at, Homeboy HO’LAT |
Don’t gimme that shit, you niggas want a little bit of that fix |
You know the Krayzie (gassin?) really got hits |
You gotta be really swift if you really wanna catch my drift |
(Then I come with a slow rap??) peace love hate mo rap |
When I spit it on a dope track |
Everybody clone that, and get to thinking that they own that, they better HO’LAT |
Tell em all look, real, recognize real |
Recognize steal and I recon you live |
Just with the skills, you can be killed |
Especially when they tryna short stop my (meals/ mills) |
??? |
niggas where the dope at, give it to me let me roll that |
Blaze up, lemme smoke that |
And im toked, and im loaded, inhale through the throat, HOL’AT |