| Wild brudda, hatin' on a
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| Real nigga 'cause he sounds better
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| Big jacket through the foul weather
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| Yeah, Big Hollow and it’s now or never
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| But fuck it, rope for your necks
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| Smoke for your, smoke for your chefs
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| You’re just visitin', toast to your guests
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| I just gotta hope for the best
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| Livin', live a little
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| Got the stripper in the house, she wanna strip a little
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| Ain’t seen that batty in a while and I miss the jiggle
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| Mr Giggler, she call me Mr Giggles
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| Mr Giggles, we broke up
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| No hype, I kept it civil
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| Yah, she thinks she’s so smart
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| Ask a question, xpect a riddle
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| Fuck it, I’m out for the gold
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| Out with the new, stick with the old
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| These bitches, they say they love you
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| Onto the next one, they countlessly cold
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| Ha, mouth full of scold
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| 'Cause they burnt you, they’re out for your soul
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| On the naughty list
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| Christmas, a house full of coal
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| Ain’t takin' bets, except they’re bettin'
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| If I tell them kweff, I bet they get him
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| Real niggas respect the setup
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| Real niggas respect the settin'
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| Yeah, straight 'nother level
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| One bit of weakness then there’s another devil
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| Hollow’s on his street shit, but yet it’s nothing special
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| We used to bang it out, ain’t leavin' nothin' settled
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| They shouldn’t question me but they question
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| Companies invest in me, they’re investin'
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| Niggas want me feelin' like
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| This ain’t my destiny but I’m destined
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| Yeah, big bag of reddies
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| Got that big, big bag already
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| How you big and bad when I’m Hollow and I’m big, bad and heavy? |
| (Big,
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| bad and heavy)
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| Just let me breathe
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| My big heart upsets my sleeve
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| Yeah, so many dead rappers
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| Please, just let me grieve
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| My mind is deep, my heart is deeper
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| So I party, I’m the party keeper
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| And my greasy sis' used to hide my heater (Yeah that’s Casper on the beat)
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| But to my kids, that’s just aunty Keisha
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| Sit down and think
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| Light a zoobie up, get down a drink
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| So many fake niggas down the drain
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| Washed up, straight down the sink
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| Dirty, low down and stink
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| This my therapy, flow soundin' shrink
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| Gettin' money 'cause I was low down and skint
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| Might swag my jumper, throw down in pink (Yeah, that’s Casper on the beat)
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| Runnin' up the stairs, I’m already there
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| Check me out, feel it in the air and I’m Debonair
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| Haha, and I’m never scared
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| And I’ve never cared
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| Haha, yeah
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| Ahh
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| Big, bad and heavy
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| Any sound test me tonight, dem ah go bury
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| Watch this |