Holla

from Sportin' Waves by Wally Clark

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Danniebelle Hall & Dannie Belles "No One But The Lord"
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lyrics

Holla, take an L out it's hola,
fo’ dollas, my swag is pretty boy soldja,
I told ya,
don't sleep, I wak up with Folgers,
and Donuts,
I keep my cream (Kreme) crispy,
little whiskey in my soda,

hold up,
I think I have an idea,
pick up some beer,
know a party
we can slide there,
I got some clear,
and an Arizona Ice Tea,
we might be,
the flyest kids around, yeah It's likely,

the fur on my coat, make it easy to rope, a little chicken,
and when I get my bucket it is easy pickins,
ya gotta love it, I does it and it's beautiful,
up jumps a suitable, slut for the dude to pull

you might work in a cubicle, to pay off ya school,
but it's your day off, ya fool
I think I remind her of her fatha, (father)
well kinda,
cause when he get angry then he hollas, ya folla (follow)

Chorus:
Holla,
holla, holla, holla , holla
Holla, holla,
Holla, holla, holla, holla , holla
Holla, holla,
Holla, holla, holla, holla , holla
Holla, holla,
Bitch let me, holla , holla

Wake up
collar caked up with make up
I holla-ed at a fake slut,
who wallowed bout her break up,
her A cup,
smaller than I usually go for,
but with her fat ass
she had me rushin (Russian) like the Cold War,

no cold sores,
cleaner than I keep my teefies,
she's pulling of my three piece
we chief up in her teepee,
a repeat,
smoke weed and watch Beat Street,
for three weeks,
but I might leave when she needs me

the wood in my Ac, makes it easy to stack
a couple broads, and you know the odds, it's in the cards,
you gotta dig it, I dug it and i did it,
up jumps the rhythm, and young punks get livid
when they see me at Red Door getting some free shots,
in a green top and some knee socks
like Tyler,
not Stephan; Creator
peace see you later, gotta holler at my neighbor