Lord D’Andre - Hollup

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Oh lord

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Big rings, they thought i married a b****
Hollup
Big green, i’m counting cabbage and s***
Hollup
Living, we living lavish and s***
Hollup
Thirteen, they know we having this s***
Rick owens mixed with the raf simons
They doing bad business, i just want mad digits
I’m in my bag, i’m in it. you going out sad, you trippin
Outfit rad, dripping. these n****s p**** you cat, kitten
I’m a big dog like brad. i’m pitting’

{verse 1}
Big body benz might hog up the lanes
I’m tryna’ cop me a bentley mulsanne
B**** i’m the bomb like saddam hussein
This drip rare, yo s*** outdated
Like old black pants, i’m way too faded
Cut the cap. i don’t want to hear it, you can save it
I’m on the grind, tony hawk pro skater
These n****s sweet like now & laters
I just copped a brand new wrist piece, but the s*** way too heavy
Had to put some brand new ice in my bezzy’
Presidential matte black chevy
1 of 1, you can’t get this s*** off the shelf
All that hating ain’t good for your health
Need to get some s*** off your chest? (aye)
And i’m rocking water like phelps (aye)
Double “c” , double “g” , gucci
I’m living gucci. my life a movie
My diamonds wet like jacuzzi
And my diamonds dance like uzi
Finger f*** the ring like a coochie
Mother f*** the fame, i be f***ing on blue cheese
I could give a f*** about a groupie
They know i got it. they thinking i’m hoodbaby
No baby. get on the beat and i go crazy
Lately i been rocking ...

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{verse 2}
Yesterday i ain’t even put on a ‘fit
Still dripped out. still at the top-top
These n****s pissed off cause i’m on my s*** now
And they can’t get down with the gang
These n****s lame, n****s can’t hang
They was talking s*** now these h**s on my d***
Look how they switch for the fame and the money and the chains
For the m’s i probably couldn’t blame you
Put a beam on his head. now he looking like an indian
These n****s sweeter than muhf***ing cinnamon
Money is my muhf***ing synonym
They know he’s hot so they envy him
He is me, i am him, he is the chosen one
They call me lord, but i’m not the holy one
Imma feed your b**** balls after the club, that’s a hole-in-one
Hit and run like i don’t got no insurance
I run this s*** like i got good endurance
My diamonds clear like hydrated urine
I am not in the tax bracket that you’re in
I am so sick, i think i need curing
All these lil n****s my children
Shawty eat the whole d***, she ain’t sharing
I make her sing like ed sheeran
Bust a b**** down, now her p**** needs repairing

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