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lirik lagu propain, beatking, monaleo & that mexican ot - hol up

[intro: that mexican ot]
(finesse, you stupid for this ho)
(like a motherf~cker)
pro told me do my thing, i did it, godd~mnit (haha, avo)
(x.o. think he all that)

[chorus: beatking]
gutter b~tch, she just want the dough (want the dough)
pop that p~ssy, drop that ass to the floor (to the floor)
she don’t trust these n~ggas, treat ’em like hoes (stank hoes)
in the club strapped, she gon’ up the score (up the score)
pop that p~ssy, drop that ass to the floor (hol’ up, b~tch)
pop that p~ssy, drop that ass to the floor (hol’ up, b~tch)
pop that p~ssy, drop that ass to the floor (hol’ up, b~tch)
pop that p~ssy, drop that ass to the floor (club god)

[verse 1: propain]
b~tch, you know the motto: a player get chose
all of the bags is big, the circle is small ’cause most of you n~ggas is hoes
she on your linе ’cause you like to pay up her rеnt and be swipin’ your card up for clothes
she on my line ’cause she know i’m pourin’ up shots
and i’m makin’ her touchin’ her toes
(touchin’, touchin’, touchin’) yeah, i walk in, these diamonds is hittin’ the woah (woah)
i got a car on my wrist, if he plottin’ on that, i’ma turn his lil’ ass to a ghost (yeah, yeah, yeah)
she like it out on the balcony, pop her a addie and nd really go up in that mo’ (woah)
tellin’ me keep on my jewelry, i’m laughin’ like, “who in the f~ck would i be to say, ‘no?'”
(i can’t do that) ayy, but really you n~ggas is joke
i’m chasin’ the money, you lookin’ for smoke
lucky for you, p~ssy, i got a boat
i got your girl in the bed and she naked
she say i’m the greatest, she callin’ me goat (greatest)
she all into me and i’m all in her throat (uh)
and i’m callin’ a uber, that’s all that she wrote
[verse 2: monaleo]
ayy, ain’t no n~gga callin’ a uber for me (yeah), i’m callin’ n~gga number two (yeah, uh~huh)
he pullin’ he ain’t askin’ no questions ’cause he know what he comin’ to do (no, no, yeah)
and he know i’m a dog, ruthless (uh~huh), do what i say, that’s my only rule (rule, yeah)
shoutout to usher, but after i climax, i can’t call a n~gga my boo (uh~huh), get it?
cool, he thinkin’ i’m cruel (yeah), he got good brain (what?), he ain’t go to school (yeah, uh~huh)
he think i’m the sh~t, he callin’ me stool, he gassin’ me up (no), i don’t need fuel (no)
diamonds wet, water drownin’, but i am not jumpin’ in a pool (yeah)
i play dumb, but i’m not slow, my mama did not raise no fool (huh?)
n~gga, i’m hip (yeah), i know what’s goin’ on (uh~huh)
i don’t plan these fits, i just throw it on (yeah)
i love hoppin’ on beats i could flow on (b~tch)
i’m finna give you somethin’ you could blow on (yeah, uh~huh)
hoes up actin’, they gettin’ they show on (go)
i could go so on, and so forth (yeah)
high than a b~tch, i feel like a blowtorch (yeah, yeah)
i’m goin’ up, that mean that i go north (yeah), it’s ‘leo

[chorus: beatking & that mexican ot]
gutter b~tch, she just want the dough (want the dough)
pop that p~ssy, drop that ass to the floor (to the floor)
she don’t trust these n~ggas, treat ’em like hoes (stank hoes)
in the club strapped, she gon’ up the score (up the score)
big bow~ass ho, tell her (hol’ up, b~tch), don’t touch my cup, ho (hol’ up, b~tch)
little shawty be a nympho (hol’ up, b~tch), she even f~cked my kinfolk (hol’ up, b~tch)
pop that p~ssy, drop that ass to the floor (hol’ up, b~tch)
pop that p~ssy, drop that ass to the floor (to the floor)
[verse 3: that mexican ot]
but with the llamas, i don’t know your name, so gut, tell me where you from
i go nowhere without my fork and gang through the city at night, we run
i know, i know, man, it’s a turf war outside
sad, trippie, man, lil’ buddy died
disrespect me, no, i can’t let fly
i be whippin’ it up like i’m makin’ a play
watch this smith & wesson blow a hole in his face
outside, player made, you know i won’t never change
kick back from the big mac, made his head hang
in the kitchen, i be whippin’, i makin’ pills with the rock
i just got a new extension, i makin’ hits with the glock
body for body, i’m knockin’, he bustin’ right out the socks
i be countin’ all day like a clock on the wall
i double the cutter and i’ma watch his body fall
send ’em blitz to his crib, tell my soldiers, “i want it all”
gimme the money by any means, when we in and i’ma ball
i’m ready for war, who gon’ get knocked off?
i’m in the game like it’s ea, walk around with that big thing
up it up and take a chunk out his brain
i like callin’ my chopper fredo ’cause it bang
i’ma dirty bay baby, i’m ready to die
i’ma slide, b~tch, i’ma ride
if you think that it’s sweet, get a piece of this pie
i put that on the guys, i’ma fah, fah, fah

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