Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Holdin' That 9, artist - SWISHAHOUSE. Date of issue: 18.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Holdin' That 9 |
| Magnificent, I’m married to the streets for better or worse |
| I better my verse, cause my chedda come first |
| I might grab the mic, but still wet up your shirt |
| Then pay for your funeral, leather your hearse |
| I bring heat to make the world get stuffy, enough game |
| To park the slab come back, and put your girl on a Huffy |
| Yo Mag rock pearls, cause they lovely boppers-boppers |
| Just love how the choppers shining, twirl on a Dully |
| How you wanna do it, spit the tech or a jab |
| You got screens, but I connect the Internet in my slab |
| You ain’t said shit, me and Mike wreck the collabs |
| Fuck the hate, you can show us love direct with a dab |
| And to let you haters know, I’m straight out the gutter |
| I got niggaz on my team, that’ll take out your mother |
| Bill-sixty with the markers, my click be with the sparkles |
| My wallet stay fatter, than Nikki from the Parkers |
| Like I won’t, shatter your sections |
| I go from being a nice guy to fuck you, in a matter of seconds |
| Pack a nine, just to find the haters |
| And I’m passing shells out, like taco combined to waiters |