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Ja Rule - Holla Holla lyrics
Chorus: (2X) (Holla Holla) All my niggaz thats ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Folla Folla) Its Murda.. [Ja Rule] Think you fuckin' wit Ja, Nada Watcha wanna go Dolla for Dolla??? (Holla Holla) My niggaz is (Hotta Hotta) Fucks plenty bitches, and dug bitches for petty niggaz You look in me eyes and tell me they style aint ridiculous (Bitches Bitches) Pop da pussy and bounce like (Hit it Hit it) Sure if your favorite is long (Get it Get it) Baby Baby Dont you wanna leave tonight and fuck with me Cause we really need to be freaking off at any cost Its on me, if you married, then get a divorce When I hits it, some women get twisted Have em' twitchin', like "Damn look what the dick did" I just wanna hit it the worst way, right after a long day And put the puss on lay-a-way, Heard me? Im that, Dirty nigga that get you hot, and heat it Baby girl if you wanted ass, why dont you eat it? [Chorus: x2] [Ja Rule] Let me holla at my true thugs If niggas want war, bust slugs Nigga, what? Im hotta hotta and just cant be touched Plus, anybody that fucks with me, gonna get felt How many want it? Determines how the slugs get dealt Cuz I (Spit em' Spit em') Choke them niggas like roaches and then (Clip em' Clip em) Long as Im alive, Ima (Hit em' Hit em') Respect mines, to the day of my demise Dont fuck with me, cuz the flow's (Killa Killa) Whoever eva who wants it? Its yours, now your gonna (Get it Get it) (Feela Feela) Nigga full of holes Treat em' like hoes, and show no love to them homo thugs Its us you wanna fuck with As soon as them slugs skip from body to body Go from grave to bit I dont respect it, plus niggas commited treason Who want it with Ja? Who ready to die breathing? [Chorus x2] [Ja Rule] Ja baby, one of the many, many niggas who sip Henny With the the two seaters, sittin on twenties I, I be wit running in, running out Then, thou bestow hit em' up, gun em' down Niggaz aint ready for Ja, any way, any how I give it give it to niggaz, claimin' that they live it Real (Niggaz Niggaz) brandish the iron and flash Like (Hold this Hold this) when you got nothing to live for Notice, niggaz be hot, and more explosive Focus, ready to rip em' up with the dope, this My life, niggaz is frontin', and stuntin' for nothing Better act right, fore' I spark and dim your lights Im a hazard, to niggaz, a bastard To bitches, when in doubt, go for stealth, and clap the finish Anything movin' rightfully hit for wrong doin' I'ma follow and enourage all my niggaz to WHAT?!? [Chorus: Repeat til' end |
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