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504 Boyz - Holla lyrics
Artist(Band):504 Boyz (Print the Lyrics) [Chorus]: Master P {Choppa} Them boys on that block holla (ooh ooh) Them girls that got it hot holla (ooh ooh) If ya runnin' from them cops holla (ooh ooh) {Holla...} (ooh ooh) {Holla} (ooh ooh) [Verse 1]: Master P Call me trashman cuz I put it up and back Whodi owe me money I'ma bust his fuckin' ass I'm allergic to Dr. Pepper, so pass me Dr. Cristale Hit me on the two-way, whodi, I get wit'cha Put it on the stove, bake it like a pie Take it to the hood, slang it 16-5 When niggas snort it boy, they be passin' it to they girls Wrap it up in Ziploc, back it up and twirl Send money to the pent. Mac and C be home soon Bitches start snitchin' I'ma send 'em to the moon I could sell a hoe a green, front a hustler a lake I could never fall off, I'm the "Ghetto Bill" Gates [Chorus] [Verse 2]: Curren$y These lil' niggas can't take it anymore I push through the club iced out, low key with my P. Miller galore Hoes breakin' down the doors, uhh Because the 504 Boyz here they can't wait 'til we get on It's Curren$y the motherfuckin' rookie of the year This ain't the WNBA, ain't no pussies over here Yeah, I'm makin' figures fuckin' with the Ghetto Bill And a truck with some rims that's bigger than Ferris wheels, holla [Chorus] [Verse 3]: Krazy See this No Limit army nigga, that's my Kliq The hoe that you tongue kissin' used to be my bitch For these sayin' they'll slay a nigga, they called pricks And this brown shit I'm sniffin' nigga, it got me sick And this big truck I'm pushin', nigga, my tight whip With a chop of lead on the |
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