thr33 – holy 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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