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hollow tip - blow up lyrics

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we been a block like top notches

gold things and topless

hoes jockin reflections and diamonds from my watches

what’s poppin?smokin on veggas and kill switches

homies twisted and fitted in eb and hilfiger

real n-gg-s on my side ballin out of control

and all the hoes know we got the north financially sold

on the road, doing shows, backstage with hoes

n-body knows what goes down once the doors is closed

playa clickin on the scene, smokin sacramento green

leave as we sweep down your street in something clean

on a mission pimpin, flippin up chips to make a livin

concentrate on millions, and sick of dealin these killins

it’s another hustle everyday but i maintain

caught up in this struggle, so i refuse to g-ngb-ng

got my mind on bigtime, that this whole world owe us

hollow tip and the whole high side fittin to

chorus:

blow up (everytime)

we don’t have, we don’t have to rush (let’s not rush this thing)

it’s not worth it (it’s guarenteed that we)

blow up (we’ll make, we’ll make money)

blow up

now i’m on the rise, and more exposed to my eyes

i’m in the 95 maxima the limits the sky

high siden eddie bauer, i’m the man of the hour

top dollar, with a hairy ball on my collar

dry my eyes from all the rainy days

and slingin yay, now when we parley

gold things spin to the bay

and to the day we close down shop

we got tapes to sling $50,000 knot

sippin expensive drinks, 18k links

and more sophisticated than a top notch can think

in the industry risin, and we still high siden

something fully equipped, nautica and diamonds

thought i wasn’t sliden up in um cause i’m hollow

when rimmie marks swallows out the $30 bottle

when the lexus roll up, babygirl hold up

because i’m down with high side my whole clique fittin to

chorus

i’m on a mission about my mail, million dollar clientele

nationwide i’m satisfied, but decide it was h-ll

i had to struggle hard to be financially stable

but now i’m in the light with hundred spokes on my label

loungin in condos, sittin on leather and br-ss

lookin at big screens, my tommy hil’s full of cash

can you imagine it, my whole crew havin it

tuxedos and benzes and automatic clips

on a rise to the top it’s a trip nonstop

we in this game for the millions, scrilla over props

gold things touch the ground, like green crush it down

let my 15’s h-t till the hoes say must it pound

i’m the man across the land, pay my bills by the grand

hoes rush me, tryin to touch me, got top notch fans

now the struggle is over, no more jobs only your love

all these haters still talkin but they can watch a n-gg-

chorus

hollow hollow, hollow hollow, hollow hollow..

it ain’t worth it

sac town, sac town, sac town, sac town

(fades) we can blow up..

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