Correction Paroles What You Hollin' par Mozzy

Featuring(s) : Celly Ru & E Mozzy

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[?] Beats, baby
Armani, this shit stuey, boy

[Mozzy]
Ooh, them niggas lucky Zoe ain't here
Promoter tried to tell us we can't get the pole in here
E Mozzy got it on him, man, we snuck some more in here
Buy bottles I ain't pop, but, am I really 'posed to care?
Bitch, I'm ballin'
She on yo' doggy lane, yeah, I'm adorin'
f*ck her in the lady's restroom, and never call her
f*ck I look like buyin' a bitch a Birkin? I got daughters
f*ck I look like takin' care of you boys, I'm not the father
The rims that I just put on my [?] ain't no [?]
Probably do the paint like thе interior, peach cobbler
Lot of crеdit things, but, no cereal for the gobblers
Keep it off the 'Gram, if you bury this, then what you hollin'?

Like what you hollin'?
My niggas been 'bout, whatever
Jumpin' out of cars with ARs, ain't know no better
Niggas talkin' soft to the sword, this shit forever
Crackin' windshield, leavin' cranium on your leather
What you hollin'?
My niggas been 'bout, whatever
Jumpin' out of cars with ARs, ain't know no better
Niggas talkin' soft to the sword, this shit forever
Crackin' windshield, leavin' cranium on your leather

[E Mozzy]
Fully switched, ridin' 'round the biddy on some bully shit
They ain't know the real 'cause them old niggas new to this
He ain't come from where I come from, nigga, who he is?
Graduated from a '22 to the newest gen'
We gon' be outside yo' door like we movin' in'
Spin a block a couple times, switch up the coupe we in
Keep your circle tight 'cause niggas be loose within'
We was pullin' up on they block tryna get two for ten
Shoot a clan, we Hell Gang, and f*ck the newer clan
Pebble beach, four Glock, free [?] 'nem
My young bulls home lurk tryna do a M
We been puttin' in work

[Celly Ru]
Ayy, what you hollin'?
Double Ms with me, my niggas mobbin'
Slidin' with that shit on me, partner, I get to poppin'
Jumpin' with the stick, get you popped, we pop yo' partner
For sure, leave this shit on me, this rapper'll rob a robber
What you hollin'?
Don't tuck it, I got it on me like f*ck it
Hoppin' out in public
God up it, then I'ma bust it
Lost so many niggas inside these streets, it got disgusting
But, for some reason I'm stuck here
I'll never leave, I love it
I'm influenced by this shit I stand on
Hold my semen, I lose demons, then, I'm creepin'
I'm stuck swimmin' in the deep end
My foot stuck inside these cleats, I'm in the field and I ain't leavin'
Sold my sold to the streets, forever East, forever schemin'

[?] Beats, baby
Armani, this shit stuey, boy

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