Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Holy Moly , by - Tinie Tempah. Release date: 13.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Holy Moly |
| Nah, come on T, man |
| Not even chatting to these bruddas, man |
| They’re boys, man, baby boys |
| Still got Oysters and that |
| Not even oyster for petrols |
| Time’s different on their wrists |
| Oh my God, look at my Roley |
| Look at my squad, like holy moly |
| Oh my God, look at my Roley |
| Look at my squad |
| Yeah, fuck it, I’m a selfish prick |
| Stacking I go getting rich |
| Rocking YSL and shit |
| You in the ghetto getting nicked |
| Champagne glasses in the whip |
| Moses told me that it’s lit |
| I’ve got makeup on my dick |
| Holy cow, holy shit |
| Wore no collars when we met |
| Make up stories in their heads |
| When this morning, made some eggs |
| For your bae in my bed |
| I have things but not success |
| I got steaks and overheads |
| Closed mouths don’t get fed |
| Boy, you tired, go to bed |
| I’m alive and I’m a ledge |
| You’re alive, so why you dead? |
| in the flesh |
| Boujee bastard in the flesh |
| Niggas say it with their chest |
| I just say it, then it’s pressed |
| 'Raris in the SLS |
| Parties in the SLS |
| Oh my God, look at my Roley |
| Look at my squad, like holy moly |
| Oh my God, look at my Roley |
| Look at my squad |
| I’m-I'm-I'm-I'm a fucking nervous wreck |
| God, I hate these sycophants |
| Everything that’s in my head |
| Sound like Kanye when he raps |
| I don’t do this for my 'Gram |
| I don’t do this for no bants |
| Why you tweeting me this shit? |
| You ain’t fucking relevant |
| Someone tell 'em that I’m woke |
| Someone tell 'em that he’s broke |
| Someone tell 'em that the boy done seen a mill at 24 |
| In Australia for a show |
| You in Shoreditch doing coke |
| I got a mac by five guys, anyone can get this smoke |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Kings all in my lineage |
| No trace, no witness |
| Pray to God for forgiveness |
| Lambo all tinted |
| The kids all know the plate |
| Chicks go all the way |
| It’s one phone call away |
| Oh my God, look at my Roley |
| Look at my squad, like holy moly |
| Oh my God, look at my Roley |
| Look at my squad |
| I’m a boss |
| In a Porsche |
| It’s very posh |
| Too much sauce |
| Too much sauce |
| And my house is like my exes |
| Too much sauce |
| My Lamborghini |
| It look like Jaws |
| That’s not a Roley |
| It’s Michael Kors |
| Too much sauce |
| You best run back to your older boy |
| I know young Gs is gon' FaceTime if they wil' out like Soulja Boy |
| Like rah |