Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hol Up, artist - Şevin. Album song 4eva Mobn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.09.2018
Record label: hog mob muzik
Song language: English
Hol Up |
| Yeah |
| I’m on my slim fo hunnid hunnid |
| Them demons just don’t want it |
| I’m on my slim fo hunnid hunnid |
| Yuh |
| Them demons just don’t want it want it |
| For real |
| Ay |
| Beyond fly gang cuz this a whole different level |
| Mob ties mane |
| We trip for sho' with the devil |
| And uh |
| They mad at us my clique is on with the fedo |
| I’m saved and tatted up like a liquor sto' in the ghetto |
| Hell is the dwelling |
| I’m from the wretched side |
| Where don’t no one tell 'em because they petrified |
| You won’t push the pedal don’t disrespect the ride |
| Why would you bug me bruh? |
| I’ll push a pest aside (pesticide) |
| Ain’t nothing but reprobates in the western state |
| Drive through and order some beef you’ll get an extra plate |
| In the valley of dry bones we excavate |
| Where we only get nice homes with section 8 |
| Huh |
| I used to have crash dummies that mash for me |
| Now I got a passion for fasting instead of fast money |
| Before you step to the square you should beware |
| Cuz my life is something most couldn’t bear… |
| Like my last honey |
| Huh |
| Yeah. |
| get it? |
| Bear? |
| Last honey? |
| If that went over your head then go back to class dummy |
| Niggas frontin' like they bang and they slide |
| But most these niggas claimin' they ride |
| Ain’t got no gas money |
| I solemnly swear to keep it a hunnid grand |
| I was heavy in the dirt like a ton of sand |
| And I went from idolizing the son of sam |
| To introducing a lot of guys to the Son of Man |
| They had some idols |
| Yeah but this God realer |
| They tryna put the bible up against all winners |
| They might as well just lineup for the jigsaw killer |
| Or put that GEICO lizard up against Godzilla |
| I’m on my slim fo hunnid hunnid |
| I tell the devil hol up |
| Them demons just don’t want it want it |
| And if they do then we can go up |
| I’m on my slim fo hunnid hunnid |
| I tell the devil hol up |
| Them demons just don’t want it want it |
| And if they do then we can go up |
| Tell the devil hol up like the word of God |
| To keep the sky from falling to earth |
| Cuz he do a perfect job |
| And keeping guys from falling to turf |
| And fighting cursing the odds |
| Most never experience only heard of God |
| The streets is like a mother that kiss you with cold sores |
| You thinking that it’s love til you’re sick to your soul’s core |
| Get what you want for one minute then no more |
| When the law come and get you they end it with cold floors |
| Killers run from demons don’t get punked to believin' |
| The junk that they speak in the function |
| Till they punished deceivin' |
| The toughest of heathens are bustas |
| When it come to the kingdom of evil |
| So it’s a must that we summonin' Jesus |
| Dome shot |
| He got buried with a part in his head |
| A fly suit but it don’t matter that you’re sharp when you dead |
| You a spy in the skies like a NARC for the FEDS |
| So let the Lord blow your cover like a fart in the bed |
| I’m on my slim fo hunnid hunnid |
| I tell the devil hol up |
| Them demons just don’t want it want it |
| And if they do then we can go up |
| I’m on my slim fo hunnid hunnid |
| I tell the devil hol up |
| Them demons just don’t want it want it |
| And if they do then we can go up |
| I’m on my slim fo hunnid hunnid |
| I tell the devil hol up |
| Them demons just don’t want it want it |
| And if they do then we can go up |
| I’m on my slim fo hunnid hunnid |
| I tell the devil hol up |
| Them demons just don’t want it want it |
| And if they do then we can go up |