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HolupMF Video (MV)




Performed By: Wrekkless
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: Joseph Stovall




Wrekkless - HolupMF Lyrics




Holup motherf*cker
Hahahahaha

Holup motherf*cker
Who the f*ck you thought this was
It's that wrekkless mufukka
Gone lace up your gloves
Hit him with a jab, jab, hook, uppercut
And then I grab his baby mama
F*ck her in the butt
F*ck her just because
I'm so disrespectful
So temperamental
That's why I burn this medical
To keep from blowin' a vessel
Rollin' through yo hood in a Lincoln Continental
Drippin' candy paint and it's makin' a mess
If you sayin' my name, you better say it with your chest
If you comin' for me, you better come correct
For the slightest disrespect, I'll put a hole in your chest
No half-steppin, bitch, you better take the full step
I came into this game to get all that I could get
And my uncle taught me how to go and get it out a bitch
Man, I'm so pimpin, you probably thought I was from Memphis
But really, man, I'm from Texas
I guess it's just Southern livin
Chicken fried steak with my breakfast
Can't forget gravy and biscuits
I like em' cornbread fed, I call her my lil' thickums
She givin' super head and swallowin' all my children
Wipe her mouth with her hand and then she let out a hiccup
I tell her that she's a good girl, after that I just kick em
Straight to the curb, got no love for these hoes
I ain't chasin' no bitch, you know that players get chose
You see me swangin' and shit, on them low-pro fo's
My trunk be bangin' and shit, with that Big Hawk and Big Moe
Steppin' out the southeast of that motherf*ckin' Texas
Shootin' ambidextrous
El Guerito poquito locito call him Wrekkless
Quick to snatch ya necklace
Flow so sick, achoo
I think that it's infectious
Stackin' bricks like Tetris
Keep that Smith & Wesson
Loaded with the critical defenses
Ready to lower the cencus
I hate the human population from the bottom of my nut sack
Pass me the powder pack to take a bump
And you won't get none back
This that grown man shit
Don't got time for all you rugrats
Lookin' at your mama like, ugh, who the f*ck touched that
Talkin' tough shit, get you tossed in a ditch, bitch
Take a mud bath
Just got a pint of the drink, like where the cups at
Put the barrel straight to his brain, like nah bitch, f*ck that
I can get it out of the trenches for real
I'm screamin' f*ck rap
I'ma make a million f*ckin' dollars sellin' dubsacks
I can get it out of the trenches for real
I'm screamin' f*ck rap
I'ma make a million f*ckin' dollars sellin' dubsacks
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English

Holup motherf*cker
Hahahahaha

Holup motherf*cker
Who the f*ck you thought this was
It's that wrekkless mufukka
Gone lace up your gloves
Hit him with a jab, jab, hook, uppercut
And then I grab his baby mama
F*ck her in the butt
F*ck her just because
I'm so disrespectful
So temperamental
That's why I burn this medical
To keep from blowin' a vessel
Rollin' through yo hood in a Lincoln Continental
Drippin' candy paint and it's makin' a mess
If you sayin' my name, you better say it with your chest
If you comin' for me, you better come correct
For the slightest disrespect, I'll put a hole in your chest
No half-steppin, bitch, you better take the full step
I came into this game to get all that I could get
And my uncle taught me how to go and get it out a bitch
Man, I'm so pimpin, you probably thought I was from Memphis
But really, man, I'm from Texas
I guess it's just Southern livin
Chicken fried steak with my breakfast
Can't forget gravy and biscuits
I like em' cornbread fed, I call her my lil' thickums
She givin' super head and swallowin' all my children
Wipe her mouth with her hand and then she let out a hiccup
I tell her that she's a good girl, after that I just kick em
Straight to the curb, got no love for these hoes
I ain't chasin' no bitch, you know that players get chose
You see me swangin' and shit, on them low-pro fo's
My trunk be bangin' and shit, with that Big Hawk and Big Moe
Steppin' out the southeast of that motherf*ckin' Texas
Shootin' ambidextrous
El Guerito poquito locito call him Wrekkless
Quick to snatch ya necklace
Flow so sick, achoo
I think that it's infectious
Stackin' bricks like Tetris
Keep that Smith & Wesson
Loaded with the critical defenses
Ready to lower the cencus
I hate the human population from the bottom of my nut sack
Pass me the powder pack to take a bump
And you won't get none back
This that grown man shit
Don't got time for all you rugrats
Lookin' at your mama like, ugh, who the f*ck touched that
Talkin' tough shit, get you tossed in a ditch, bitch
Take a mud bath
Just got a pint of the drink, like where the cups at
Put the barrel straight to his brain, like nah bitch, f*ck that
I can get it out of the trenches for real
I'm screamin' f*ck rap
I'ma make a million f*ckin' dollars sellin' dubsacks
I can get it out of the trenches for real
I'm screamin' f*ck rap
I'ma make a million f*ckin' dollars sellin' dubsacks
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Writer: Joseph Stovall
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