Da Hol 9

Da Hol 9 - Lemmehollatcha lyrics

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[Kemo]

Da Hol' 9 mo

Time to shine it

2-99 mo



[Verse 1: Kemo]

Like Tony Soprano, lil' derty bedaubing

But instead of tortellini, eatin collard green

Urry time I kick a rhyme, then KemoSaubee mean

Urry time I spit a line, you think its not a thing

Bein the hardest sumthin I can deem

Got the whip to get ya chick up out her Prada jeans

Got the wit to get ya rich up out ya rightest dreams

Got the wit to get ya litchis like a powder fiend

Homeboy you got a lot of cream

Urry time you ride ya Escalade, you gotta lean

Camilin paint, 22's, lot of screens

This a game, don't move, I got the beam

See I been pullin Jacksons from the early team

Back when I was moonwalkin, to "Billy Jean"

So fool take me to the vault and don't cause a scene

Represent for McCall so I gotta scream



[Hook x2: Kemo]

URR URR! come herre derty

Lemme holla at cha

URR URR! coem herre derty

Lemme holla at cha

URR URR! come herre derty

Lemme holla at cha

Lemme holla at cha derty

Lemme holla at cha



[Verse 2: Kaos]

I know they one of those, mo they the was vapin

Clearly got the gold eggs and had to get some mo' cuz those was taken

I heard he got them birds for no snakin

Hater show waitin for ya partna to slip and trip

He's got the pros chasin, they on his head kin folk

So don't sleep, he know hes keepin the way silent she go

To keys and then bro, my peoples wanna see ya boy toe tagged

It ain't no joke tell 'em mo, and know 'em make sure that he knows that



[Hook]



[Verse 3: Kemo]

Posted on a corner like a stop sign, blocked 9

Cuz this fool dropped dime, tried to slang Rick a brick

And tried to plot now, somebody chargin' 26 for the block now

Slam, only does a bottle we gon lockdown

Fed shed to shop down but he out now

So I'm about to roll through his spot now

Bust shots and watch fools on his block die

It's much bigger than them iced out necklaces

The Rolexes, it's a price on ya neck ya dig, I'm bout to get it quick

They say my head is sick, I offer readiness

With 32 shots all off in the clip, I never miss

I make 'em Black Casper

I smell cheese, y'all colder than Alaska

You better freeze y'all, put 'em in a casket, make 'em a memory dogg

Hold on wait a minute, I think I see a dogg



[Hook]
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