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hollup - lord d’andre lyrics

[intro]
oh lord

[hook]
big rings, they thought i married a b****
hollup
big green, i’m counting cabbage and s***
hollup
living, we living lavish and s***
hollup
thirteen, they know we having this s***
rick owens mixed with the raf simons
they doing bad business, i just want mad digits
i’m in my bag, i’m in it. you going out sad, you trippin
outfit rad, dripping. these n****s p**** you cat, kitten
i’m a big dog like brad. i’m pitting’

[verse 1]
big body benz might hog up the lanes
i’m tryna’ cop me a bentley mulsanne
b**** i’m the bomb like saddam hussein
this drip rare, yo s*** outdated
like old black pants, i’m way too faded
cut the cap. i don’t want to hear it, you can save it
i’m on the grind, tony hawk pro skater
these n****s sweet like now & laters
i just copped a brand new wrist piece, but the s*** way too heavy
had to put some brand new ice in my bezzy’
presidential matte black chevy
1 of 1, you can’t get this s*** off the shelf
all that hating ain’t good for your health
need to get some s*** off your chest? (aye)
and i’m rocking water like phelps (aye)
double “c” , double “g” , gucci
i’m living gucci. my life a movie
my diamonds wet like jacuzzi
and my diamonds dance like uzi
finger f*** the ring like a coochie
mother f*** the fame, i be f***ing on blue cheese
i could give a f*** about a groupie
they know i got it. they thinking i’m hoodbaby
no baby. get on the beat and i go crazy
lately i been rocking …
[hook]

[verse 2]
yesterday i ain’t even put on a ‘fit
still dripped out. still at the top*top
these n****s p*ssed off cause i’m on my s*** now
and they can’t get down with the gang
these n****s lame, n****s can’t hang
they was talking s*** now these h**s on my d***
look how they switch for the fame and the money and the chains
for the m’s i probably couldn’t blame you
put a beam on his head. now he looking like an indian
these n****s sweeter than muhf***ing cinnamon
money is my muhf***ing synonym
they know he’s hot so they envy him
he is me, i am him, he is the chosen one
they call me lord, but i’m not the holy one
imma feed your b**** b*lls after the club, that’s a hole*in*one
hit and run like i don’t got no insurance
i run this s*** like i got good endurance
my diamonds clear like hydrated urine
i am not in the tax bracket that you’re in
i am so sick, i think i need curing
all these lil n****s my children
shawty eat the whole d***, she ain’t sharing
i make her sing like ed sheeran
bust a b**** down, now her p**** needs repairing
[hook]

- lord dandre lyrics

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