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hollows - bundog & pressa lyrics

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[intro: pressa]
we put hollows in the .40 and spin the whole week
we caught sluggah in the party and—
we caught sluggah in the party
uh, yeah

[chorus: pressa]
we put hollows in the .40 and spin the whole week
we caught sluggah in the party, so shout out crodie
i spent eighty on my chain, that’s a lotta jewelry
shot that n*gga so much times, you probably think i od’ed
we put hollows in the .40 and spin the whole week
we caught sluggah in the party, so shout out crodie
i spent eighty on my chain, that’s a lotta jewelry
shot that n*gga so much times, you probably think i od’ed
[verse 1: pressa]
watch a .30 rip his back out, another man down
you can catch me in the trap house until i blackout
you can catch me with this choppa and watch me black out
avianne sent my chain in before i cashed out
my condo trapped out
i got hunnid n*ggas that would do you for a breezy
but crodie do it for free
just to tell me that he sleezy
lil richie make him plays, he driving up and down on p street
this glock so beastie

[chorus: pressa]
we put hollows in the .40 and spin the whole week
we caught sluggah in the party, so shout out crodie
i spent eighty on my chain, that’s a lotta jewelry
shot that n*gga so much times, you probably think i od’ed
we put hollows in the .40 and spin the whole week
we caught sluggah in the party, so shout out crodie
i spent eighty on my chain, that’s a lotta jewelry
shot that n*gga so much times, you probably think i od’ed

[verse 2: bundog]
’cause we hit him in the lobby, there goes a body
see this royce push*to*start, we don’t need no car key
and i wonder why she on me, ’cause jewelry on me
plus this .40 it stay on me, it’s filled with zombies
see we caught him on a back street, that whip got filled up
shawty, she a battry, she f*ck with k!llers
she said her man is real but she know i’m realer
she love that i’m a driller, a drug dealer
if these n*ggas gon ‘slide, then you know we slide back
nine shots up in his ribs, we call that a nine pack
you can catch me on the finch, we live where the crime at
if that boy ain’t got no bodies then we cannot sign that (nah)
this cully way too big, i can’t even park it
and you n*ggas want no beef, so please do not start sh*t
see this deadmi’ in my blunt got me feeling nauseous
and the streets know i’m a k!ller way before a artist
when it comes to this rap sh*t, i’m the hardest
’cause the streets they want it raw, so i give you raw sh*t
and i never had a flaw way before diamonds flawless
she said, “baby you too mod,” i just be acting modest
[chorus: pressa]
we put hollows in the .40 and spin the whole week
we caught sluggah in the party, so shout out crodie
i spent eighty on my chain, that’s a lotta jewelry
shot that n*gga so much times, you probably think i od’ed
we put hollows in the .40 and spin the whole week
we caught sluggah in the party, so shout out crodie
i spent eighty on my chain, that’s a lotta jewelry
shot that n*gga so much times, you probably think i od’ed

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