holy - thr33 lyrics
[chorus]
ba*bad bih’ holy and she go to church
bu*but she still let me f*ck
yes, she still let me f*ck
go*got that glock on me, i keep it tucked
she keep on arguing, man, this bih’ petty
white ho’ finna set you up, call that bih’ betty
n*gga, “suprise!” pop out the cut like confetti
h*ha, ha, that n*gga won’t ready for me
t*t*that p*ssy n*gga took off running, he flee’
hallelujah! b*tch, i got bread!!!
that boy try’ to run up, he finna be dead
i look at my bank, that sh*t looking good
and i do this rap to get out the hood
and i need some bread, finna hit a jugg
and i’m outside, b*tch, i keep that fye
[verse]
yes, i keep that b*tch on me
bad b*tch, she finna come touch up on me
swear these n*ggas be fake, man, these n*ggas be phony
n*gga don’t try to share my hate, you not my homie
but i f*ck with my brother ’cause he got my back
i don’t really like playing, i keep sh*t in tact’
these n*ggas gon’ chat, huh, yeah
lil’ bro, that’s a fact, ha, yeah
i don’t like thot ho’s, andrew tate
and babygirl shake it like a earthquake
that p*ssy got water like a whale
my choppa say, “h*llo!” like adele
i’on need a gun, n*gga, i could beat yo’ ass
i ride in the h*llcat, goin’ super fast
i just did a sin, man, i gotta pray
a*a*ain’t no need them n*ggas f*cking up my day
and my pack came from mexico, n*gga, olé!
i*i*i’on need to f*ck b*tches, n*gga, stayin’ celibate
i might pop me a perc, n*gga, for the h*ll of it
that boy tryna act hard but he telling fables
that boy saw his life flash like the holy ghost
i break yo’ bih’ in, give her scolios’
and he try’ to run, he will not get far
i’m finna blow up, it can be tomorrow
i’m finna blow up, n*gga
‘member them days, i was stuck, n*gga
the f*ck you gon’ say, n*gga?
i was down bad with no pay, n*gga
i was so sad, n*gga, fightin’ my demons
no*not finna nut, she thought she had my s*m*n
woke up, it’s a beautiful day, i ain’t dreaming
i got ‘h*lla trust issues, stay by my doly’
that b*tch is a freak but she say she holy (holy!!!!!)
[chorus]
ba*bad bih’ holy and she go to church
bu*but she still let me f*ck
yes, she still let me f*ck
go*got that glock on me, i keep it tucked
she keep on arguing, man, this bih’ petty
white ho’ finna set you up, call that bih’ betty
n*gga, “suprise!” pop out the cut like confetti
h*ha, ha, that n*gga won’t ready for me
t*t*that p*ssy n*gga took off running, he flee’
hallelujah! b*tch, i got bread!!!
that boy try’ to run up, he finna be dead
i look at my bank, that sh*t looking good
and i do this rap to get out the hood
and i need some bread, finna hit a jugg
and i’m outside, b*tch, i keep that fye
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