Like yeah we kick in shit Ian talking bout no judo
Smoking on the moon rocks now you know we all on Pluto
I seen yo bitch shoulda asked if she do sumo
Yeah I wit my posse chilling in the f*cking back I rock designer like a boss but Ian talking bout no hugo
Beat the pussy up you know I fought the kitty cat
Im running after like a dog ass nigga now I feel like I'm cujo
Yeah I get yo momma wetter than f*cking water
Death Vader I'm your f*cking father
Her babies call me daddy so you know it's gotta stop
I'll die for this like a martyr
I'm gifted like Harry Potter
I shot her with my wand then I watch her body drop
I come equipped with my little shooter and it's scary like Freddy Krueger
And it's in your f*cking dreams and will having you screaming out your socks
Like damn, why you gotta show out
Because I spit some motherf*cking heat it'll have me rising to the top
(What the f*ck)
He don't smoke he don't want cancer
He don't want smoke, He don't want cancer
Gears of war 4 we come strapped up with lancers
Bullets make bodies contort like a dancer
He don't want smoke, he don't want cancer
He don't want smoke, he don't want cancer
Nina on my lap they calling me Santa
Deer in headlight he froze up like he prancer
Kinda f*cked up but I had a dream like Martin Luther that yo mommas a f*cking cougar and she pulling down my fly
Then she rode it scooter when I put it in her cooter if that bitch is the computer than my dick is the flash drive
Then is shifted to the future I was clutching on my reuger then Havoc rolled the windows I let them bullets fly
Not no call of duty but I hit you for a crit and popped your body like a zit hold on let me try that one more time
Kinda f*cked up but I had a dream like Martin Luther that yo mommas a f*cking cougar and she pulling down my fly
Then she rode it scooter when I put it in her cooter if that bitch is the computer than my dick is the flash drive
Then is shifted to the future I was clutching on my reuger then Havoc rolled the windows I let them bullets fly
Not no call of duty but I hit you for a crit and popped your body like a zit and it sent you to the sky
Ha ha ha and to all the ops
Ha ha ha and to all the ops
Ha ha ha and to all the ops
Ha ha ha and to all the ops
Ha ha ha and to all the ops
Ha ha ha and to all the ops
(What the f*ck)
He don't smoke he don't want cancer
He don't want smoke, He don't want cancer
Gears of war 4 we come strapped up with lancers
Bullets make bodies contort like a dancer
He don't want smoke, he don't want cancer
He don't want smoke, he don't want cancer
Nina on my lap they calling me Santa
Deer in headlight he froze up like he prancer
Hollow (feat. Lemonshe') Video (MV)
Performed By: Damaged Delinquents
Language: English
Length: 3:07
Written by: Jaylan Granberry, Orlando Pender
Damaged Delinquents - Hollow (feat. Lemonshe') Lyrics
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Like yeah we kick in shit Ian talking bout no judo
Smoking on the moon rocks now you know we all on Pluto
I seen yo bitch shoulda asked if she do sumo
Yeah I wit my posse chilling in the f*cking back I rock designer like a boss but Ian talking bout no hugo
Beat the pussy up you know I fought the kitty cat
Im running after like a dog ass nigga now I feel like I'm cujo
Yeah I get yo momma wetter than f*cking water
Death Vader I'm your f*cking father
Her babies call me daddy so you know it's gotta stop
I'll die for this like a martyr
I'm gifted like Harry Potter
I shot her with my wand then I watch her body drop
I come equipped with my little shooter and it's scary like Freddy Krueger
And it's in your f*cking dreams and will having you screaming out your socks
Like damn, why you gotta show out
Because I spit some motherf*cking heat it'll have me rising to the top
(What the f*ck)
He don't smoke he don't want cancer
He don't want smoke, He don't want cancer
Gears of war 4 we come strapped up with lancers
Bullets make bodies contort like a dancer
He don't want smoke, he don't want cancer
He don't want smoke, he don't want cancer
Nina on my lap they calling me Santa
Deer in headlight he froze up like he prancer
Kinda f*cked up but I had a dream like Martin Luther that yo mommas a f*cking cougar and she pulling down my fly
Then she rode it scooter when I put it in her cooter if that bitch is the computer than my dick is the flash drive
Then is shifted to the future I was clutching on my reuger then Havoc rolled the windows I let them bullets fly
Not no call of duty but I hit you for a crit and popped your body like a zit hold on let me try that one more time
Kinda f*cked up but I had a dream like Martin Luther that yo mommas a f*cking cougar and she pulling down my fly
Then she rode it scooter when I put it in her cooter if that bitch is the computer than my dick is the flash drive
Then is shifted to the future I was clutching on my reuger then Havoc rolled the windows I let them bullets fly
Not no call of duty but I hit you for a crit and popped your body like a zit and it sent you to the sky
Ha ha ha and to all the ops
Ha ha ha and to all the ops
Ha ha ha and to all the ops
Ha ha ha and to all the ops
Ha ha ha and to all the ops
Ha ha ha and to all the ops
(What the f*ck)
He don't smoke he don't want cancer
He don't want smoke, He don't want cancer
Gears of war 4 we come strapped up with lancers
Bullets make bodies contort like a dancer
He don't want smoke, he don't want cancer
He don't want smoke, he don't want cancer
Nina on my lap they calling me Santa
Deer in headlight he froze up like he prancer
Smoking on the moon rocks now you know we all on Pluto
I seen yo bitch shoulda asked if she do sumo
Yeah I wit my posse chilling in the f*cking back I rock designer like a boss but Ian talking bout no hugo
Beat the pussy up you know I fought the kitty cat
Im running after like a dog ass nigga now I feel like I'm cujo
Yeah I get yo momma wetter than f*cking water
Death Vader I'm your f*cking father
Her babies call me daddy so you know it's gotta stop
I'll die for this like a martyr
I'm gifted like Harry Potter
I shot her with my wand then I watch her body drop
I come equipped with my little shooter and it's scary like Freddy Krueger
And it's in your f*cking dreams and will having you screaming out your socks
Like damn, why you gotta show out
Because I spit some motherf*cking heat it'll have me rising to the top
(What the f*ck)
He don't smoke he don't want cancer
He don't want smoke, He don't want cancer
Gears of war 4 we come strapped up with lancers
Bullets make bodies contort like a dancer
He don't want smoke, he don't want cancer
He don't want smoke, he don't want cancer
Nina on my lap they calling me Santa
Deer in headlight he froze up like he prancer
Kinda f*cked up but I had a dream like Martin Luther that yo mommas a f*cking cougar and she pulling down my fly
Then she rode it scooter when I put it in her cooter if that bitch is the computer than my dick is the flash drive
Then is shifted to the future I was clutching on my reuger then Havoc rolled the windows I let them bullets fly
Not no call of duty but I hit you for a crit and popped your body like a zit hold on let me try that one more time
Kinda f*cked up but I had a dream like Martin Luther that yo mommas a f*cking cougar and she pulling down my fly
Then she rode it scooter when I put it in her cooter if that bitch is the computer than my dick is the flash drive
Then is shifted to the future I was clutching on my reuger then Havoc rolled the windows I let them bullets fly
Not no call of duty but I hit you for a crit and popped your body like a zit and it sent you to the sky
Ha ha ha and to all the ops
Ha ha ha and to all the ops
Ha ha ha and to all the ops
Ha ha ha and to all the ops
Ha ha ha and to all the ops
Ha ha ha and to all the ops
(What the f*ck)
He don't smoke he don't want cancer
He don't want smoke, He don't want cancer
Gears of war 4 we come strapped up with lancers
Bullets make bodies contort like a dancer
He don't want smoke, he don't want cancer
He don't want smoke, he don't want cancer
Nina on my lap they calling me Santa
Deer in headlight he froze up like he prancer
Writer: Jaylan Granberry, Orlando Pender
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid