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