Holy 1 (Explicit)-Yeat
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TXT Holy 1 (Explicit)-Yeat 文本歌词
作词 : Luca Malispina/Noah Smith
作曲 : Luca Malispina/Noah Smith
Yo, Luca, where you at?
(I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)
(I'ma just pop that Perc', Bop)
(Holy one, ridin' round in that Urus, you look broke as ****)
(I took twenty , *****, I'm the holy one)
Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)
I just pulled up in that ****in' Urus, in that Urus trip
I been living life like way too fast, I had to purse up
Yeah, uh, Rollie ****, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)
Uh, 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh
Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh
Yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, *****, uh
You can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months
I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in this (—Chh)
I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog еyes in it, ha
You can cut that lil' **** up, we been up fifty minutes
I ain't talking 'bout no kitchеn, kill 'em, sixty minutes
Yeah, you ain't ****in' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished
Yeah, you ain't ****in' with the cops, you ain't paying attention
Birkin bag, holdin' weight
We some Gods, holy ones
Hold your field, hold your guts
Neon guts, triple guts (Skrrt)
Flip it up, double dutch
Take that back, fifty cups
Yeah, shoot his ***** ass up
Yeah, hit that fitted up
I just made , I been smoked that— *****
All that **** is trash, they been smoked up
Every time I drop an album, I'm a Wunna
I can't do no more or less, 'cause I'm the one now
Yeah, always lookin' behind my back like I got one eye
*****, I'm paranoid as ****, like, *****, why wouldn't I be? (Why wouldn't I be?)
Yeah, I done put it up, *****, I pull up and smack (Blick 'em)
I couldn't even trust nobody, yeah, I don't trust no one
Pull up, we'll get you wacked, had to get you gone
Pull up in crunch wrap, you better hurt some
I can't trust not shit, not shit, not shit, not shit
Yeah, you better buy that Urus with the custom seats (In that Urus)
(I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)
(I'ma just pop that Perc', Bop)
(Holy one, ridin' round in that Urus, you look broke as ****)
(I took twenty , *****, I'm the holy one)
Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)
I just pulled up in that ****in' Urus, in that Urus trip
I been living life like way too fast, I had to purse up
Uh, Rollie ****, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)
Uh, 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh
Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh
Yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, *****, uh
You can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months
I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in this (—Chh)
I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha
You can cut that lil' **** up, we been up fifty minutes
I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes
Yeah, you ****in' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished
Yeah, you ain't ****in' with the cops, you ain't paying attention (You broke, *****)
