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hollows - ndotspinalot & dj bin buggin lyrics

[intro: ndotspinalot]
grrah, grrah, grrah*grrah, boom
it’s that ndot, n*gga, you heard
like, empty yo’ shot
like e for dot (baow, baow, baow, baow)
like i do it for keys, like— (baow, baow, baow)

[chorus: ndotspinalot]
come to my block, you get filled up with hallows (baow, baow*baow*baow)
n*ggas know what we did on that block, though (block, though)
slide on they ave, had ’em ducking they taco (they go back, ducking they taco)
don’t stop for the d’s, but the opps, though (baow, opps, though)
46 on d*ck, gotta watch for the cops, though (46 on my d*ck)
run up, b*tch, i’m letting my shot go (shot go)
bad b*tch, fat ass, no mulatto (no mulatto)
no waist and her face like a model (are you mad?)

[verse 1: ndotspinalot]
twenty k on my wrist, man, i dare you to reach (that’s that sh*t)
man, i shot cuz, i already peeped
twenty packs, man, it’s tucked in my jeans (gah*gah), man, i do it for dot and i do it for keys (gah*gah, boom)
rpt on top, we ain’t playing for sh*t (at all)
n*ggas out and be totin’, no grip (baow, baow)
n*gga on feet, he got hit with the whip, man, they jack, they my opp’ but he really my kid
two k for the jeans just to hold up my knocks (that’s all facts)
opps eighteen and really be popped (baow)
free all the bros that’s stuck on the rock (baow, baow)
man, they never got back when we threw ’em those shots (baow, baow, baow, baow)
man, they know how i get when it comes to my brothers (that’s all facts)
f*ck hoes, man, i can’t be a lover (at all)
shot to his head, man, don’t let him recover (gah, gah*gah)
another trip when we run into thunder
[chorus: ndotspinalot]
come to my block, you get filled up with hallows (baow, baow*baow*baow)
n*ggas know what we did on that block, though (block, though)
slide on they ave, had ’em ducking they taco (they go back, ducking they taco)
don’t stop for the d’s, but the opps, though (baow, opps, though)
46 on d*ck, gotta watch for the cops, though (46 on my d*ck)
run up, b*tch, i’m letting my shot go (shot go)
bad b*tch, fat ass, no mulatto (no mulatto)
no waist and her face like a model (are you mad?)

[verse 2: dj bin buggin]
when we spin, you better duck yo’ taco (like, what?)
got a baddie, she totin’ my knock, though
he tried to run, we gon’ do ’em like pablo (pablo)
brodie be buggin’, dumpin’ on the opps, though (bah*bah, boom)
i’ma creep, bro, he gon’ follow (like, what?)
dirty stick, n*ggas know my bop, though (bah*bah, boom)
he tryna push up on me, caught a hallow (grrah*grrah, grrah*grrah)
too many n*ggas dead up on that block though
we gon spin, we completing that mission (what the f*ck?)
brodie buggin’, shooting like the pistons (grrah*grrah)
beam on the knock, how the f*ck am i missing?
spin again ’cause i heard he was living
n*ggas mad ’cause we young and we winning (we the bros)
i’m a demon, i’m in love with drilling (grrah*grrah, boom)
on the hunt, trigger finger itching (grrah*grrah, boom)
he tried to duck, he got hit in his— (like?)
he tried to duck, got hit in his biscuit
i’m a gunna, i do what i want
n*gga ran rick when i back out my gun (ricky)
threw a shot, hit him in his lung (grrah*grrah, boom)
n*ggas is dayroom, they cap for the ‘net (grrah*grrah, boom)
talk on bro, we gon’ spin through their ‘jects (that’s all shots)
hop out, tryna make a mess (grrah)
free rpt, man, you know we up next
[chorus: ndotspinalot]
come to my block, you get filled up with hallows (baow, baow*baow*baow)
n*ggas know what we did on that block, though (block, though)
slide on they ave, had ’em ducking they taco (they go back, ducking they taco)
don’t stop for the d’s, but the opps, though (baow, opps, though)
46 on d*ck, gotta watch for the cops, though (46 on my d*ck)
run up, b*tch, i’m letting my shot go (shot go)
bad b*tch, fat ass, no mulatto (no mulatto)
no waist and her face like a model (are you mad?)

[outro: ndotspinalot]
baow, baow, baow*baow*baow
it’s that ndot, n*gga, you heard

- ndotspinalot dj bin buggin lyrics

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