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gucci mane & rich homie quan - hol up lyrics

[verse 1: gucci mane]
drop a 4 50, make her cry
i made 20 million doing what i been doing, why would i change my style
i’m slicker than that n-gg- oliver, oh
my pockets on poppin, man, they out of this world
a hundred bricks i’m flippin, make me feel like i’m on tour
the more chickens i get, it make me want more
i’m cookin up dope, on my gl-ss stove
whippin up a gl-ss vat, whippin up a gl-ss flow
i been geeked up the last 20 years, so how could i crash, hoe
media take out just made me fire my last hoe
fired a stick at the hoe, told her kiss my -ss, hoe
in the bentley drivin on 24s, that’s what i’m drivin fast for
so geeked up, that’s why we crash it
me and longway poppin molly, so no more spazin
atlanta 2013, but every verse a cl-ssic
got on baby jesus pieces, shout out ol dirty b-st-rd

[chorus: rich homie quan]
we goin make a movie, let the camera record
doin numbers and rap, watchin over my back, feelin pairanoid
this b-tch in my coope, me and gucci goin crash, got 50 thousand in cash
hol up, hol up
hol up, hol up

[verse 2: peewee longway]
hol up, hoe
your -ss too fat, might break my bankroll
go slower, hoe
diamonds on the coope, look like i’m sw-ngin, hoe
longway tattoos rain, sippin on mud and got that bank
just sold dope, now i’m in the club twistin my fingers
gave her an -ssist, my career bangin
rockin lambos, now my chain just blangin
me, wap and rich homie, we leavin, make it stain
thugger sends shots, we don’t take no train

- gucci mane rich homie quan lyrics

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