Testo What You Hollin' - Mozzy feat. Celly Ru & E MOZZY
Testo della canzone What You Hollin' (Mozzy feat. Celly Ru & E MOZZY), tratta dall'album Survivor's Guilt
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, and we snuck some more in here
Bought bottles I ain't pop but am I really 'posed to care
Bitch I'm ballin', she on ya doggy lane, I'm adorin'
Fuck her in the ladies restroom and never call her
Fuck, I look like buyin' a bitch a Birkin, I got daughters
Fuck, I look like takin' care of you boys, I'm not the father
The rims that I just put on my LeSabre, ain't no toddlers
Prolly do the paint like the interior peach cobbler
Buy the credit things with no cereal for the goblins
Keep it off the 'Gram if you berious, what you hollin'?
Ayy, what you hollin'? My niggas be 'bout whatever
Jumpin' outta cars with AR ain't know no better
Niggas sold they soul to soil this shit forever
Crackin' windshields leave a cranium on your leather
What you hollin'? My niggas be 'bout whatever
Jumpin' outta cars with AR ain't know no better
Niggas sold they soul to soil this shit forever
Crackin' windshields leave a cranium on your leather
Fully switch
Ridin' 'round the biddy on some bully shit
They don't know the real 'cause them old niggas new to this
He ain't come from where I'm from, nigga who he is?
Graduated from a .22 to the newest jam
We gon' be outside yo' door like we movin' in
Spin the block a couple times, switch up the coop we in
Keep your circle tight 'cause niggas be loose within
We was pullin' up on they block tryna get two for tens
Shoot a clan, we Hell Gang and fuck the newer clans
Pebble beach, 4 block free Took and them
My young bulls homework tryna do a M
We been puttin' work, if they don't work we don't move with them
Ayy, what you hollin'? My niggas be 'bout whatever
Jumpin' outta cars with AR ain't know no better
Niggas sold they soul to soil this shit forever
Crackin' windshields, leave a cranium on your leather
What you hollin'? My niggas be 'bout whatever
Jumpin' outta cars with AR ain't know no better
Niggas sold they soul to soil, this shit forever
Crackin' windshields leave a cranium on your leather
Ayy, what you hollin'?
Double M's with me my niggas mobbin'
Slidin' with that shit on me partner I get it poppin'
Rockin' with the stick get you popped, or we pop your 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 fuck it
Hoppin' out in public, I up it then I'ma bust it
Lost so many niggas inside these streets it got disgustin'
But for some reason I'm stuck in it, never leave it I love it
I'm influenced by the shit I stand on
On 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 soul to the streets, forever east, forever skeemin'
Ayy, what you hollin'? My niggas be 'bout whatever
Jumpin' outta cars with AR ain't know no better
Niggas sold they soul to soil this shit forever
Crackin' windshields leave a cranium on your leather
What you hollin'? My niggas be 'bout whatever
Jumpin' outta cars with AR ain't know no better
Niggas sold they soul to soil this shit forever
Crackin' windshields leave a cranium on your leather
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Writer(s): Timothy Cornell Patterson, Armani Depaul
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