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Hol' Up
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Kendrick Lamar
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I wrote this record while thirty-thousand feet in the air Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers They'll probably think I'm a terrorist, eat my asparagus Then I'm asking her thoughts of a young nigga Fast money and freedom, a crash dummy for dollars I know you dying to meet him, I'll probably die in a minute Just bury me with twenty bitches, twenty million And a Comptown fitted Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit popping — Section.80 Back in this bitch, in the back of that bitch With my back against the wall And your bitch on the edge of my dick—jump off! I call a bitch a bitch, a hoe a hoe, a woman a woman I never did nothing but break the ground on top of the asphalt Tire mark gave you evidence that I'm easily peddling With the speed of a lightning bolt As a kid I killed two adults, I'm too advanced I lived my twenties at two years old, the wiser man Truth be told, I'm like eighty-seven Wicked as 80 reverends in a pool of fire with devils holding hands From a distance don't know which one is a Christian, damn Who can I trust in 2012? there's no one, not even myself A Gemini screaming for help, somebody Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' When you do it like this, nigga, losing ain't a option Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin' — Hey, hey, kick her out the studio, Ali 24/7, nigga working his ass for it, she popping that ass for The King of Diamonds with diamonds, I never do ask for it They checking my passport, I'm too accustomed with customs She callin' the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff him They want me to fast-forward the game, and why you complain When you niggas is past poor? You'll never hop in my lane When you pushing a RAV4, you wrecking my Jaguar You play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' When you do it like this, nigga, losing ain't an option Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' When you do it like this, nigga I wrote this record while thirty-thousand feet in the air Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers They'll probably think I'm Osama The plane emergency landed, it was an honor Hol' up
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