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Hollow Tip - Blow Up lyrics
We been a block like top notches Gold things and topless Hoes jockin reflections and diamonds from my watches What's poppin?Smokin on veggas and kill switches Homies twisted and fitted in EB and Hilfiger Real niggas on my side ballin out of control And all the hoes know we got the north financially sold On the road, doing shows, backstage with hoes Nobody knows what goes down once the doors is closed Playa clickin on the scene, smokin Sacramento green Leave as we sweep down your street in something clean On a mission pimpin, flippin up chips to make a livin Concentrate on millions, and sick of dealin these killins It's another hustle everyday but I maintain Caught up in this struggle, so I refuse to gangbang Got my mind on bigtime, that this whole world owe us Hollow Tip and the whole high side fittin to Chorus: Blow Up (everytime) We don't have, we don't have to rush (let's not rush this thing) It's not worth it (it's guarenteed that we) Blow Up (we'll make, we'll make money) Blow Up Now I'm on the rise, and more exposed to my eyes I'm in the 95 Maxima the limits the sky High siden Eddie Bauer, I'm the man of the hour Top dollar, with a hairy ball on my collar Dry my eyes from all the rainy days And slingin yay, now when we parley Gold things spin to the bay And to the day we close down shop We got tapes to sling $50,000 knot Sippin expensive drinks, 18k links And more sophisticated than a top notch can think In the industry risin, and we still high siden Something fully equipped, Nautica and diamonds Thought I wasn't sliden up in um cause I'm hollow When Rimmie Marks swallows out the $30 bottle When the Lexus roll up, babygirl hold up Because I'm down with high side my whole clique fittin to Chorus I'm on a mission about my mail, million dollar clientele Nationwide I'm satisfied, but decide it was hell I had to struggle hard to be financially stable But now I'm in the light with hundred spokes on my label Loungin in condos, sittin on leather and brass Lookin at big screens, my Tommy Hil's full of cash Can you imagine it, my whole crew havin it Tuxedos and Benzes and automatic clips On a rise to the top it's a trip nonstop We in this game for the millions, scrilla over props Gold things touch the ground, like green crush it down Let my 15's hit till the hoes say must it pound I'm the man across the land, pay my bills by the grand Hoes rush me, tryin to touch me, got top notch fans Now the struggle is over, no more jobs only your love All these haters still talkin but they can watch a nigga Chorus Hollow Hollow, Hollow Hollow, Hollow Hollow.. It ain't worth it Sac Town, Sac Town, Sac Town, Sac Town (fades) We can blow up.. |
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