Jay Brazzyy - Hollows

(Yeah, yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
(Hollows in the mag, hold on, yeah, yeah)
(Hollows in the mag, yous a fucking fag)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, hollows in the mag)
(Yous a fucking fag, hold on, hold on, yeah)

Hollows in the mag (mag)
Yous a fucking fag (fag)
Pull off in a race
Yeah i'm in a jag (skrr)
Amiris yeah they sag (yeah)
Glitch off like a lag (yeah)
Taking off like it's a mystery
No Scooby Doo and Shag

We be making hits
Your girl is fucking lit
She was in my bed
Her legs is what I split (yeah)
Sixty in the clip
It got extended shit
For these fucking actors
Yeah these Brad Pits

We don't fuck with them niggas
They be fucking fakes
So much money on the floor
Gotta get a rake (cash, cash)
Yeah your girl in my crib
Got them icy cakes
Tell that bitch to get down
And do a fucking shake (yeah)

Cuz i'm just that nigga
Getting fucking figures
Yeah she bouncing in my dick
Call that bitch a tigger (yeah)
Bro is sipping on that lean
I'm just sipping liquor
And i'm bout my fucking gospel
Like i'm Rich Chigga (gang)

We gon up the toolie
She a groupie
Make a movie (movie)
Like i'm Bruce Lee
In a Jacuzzi
Getting fucking doozy (doozy)
I'm on the tube
Like i'm Foosey
Yeah your girl be choosey (choosey)
Felling loopy
In a two seat
Think her name was Suzy (yeah)

Hollows in the mag (mag)
Yous a fucking fag (fag)
Pull off in a race
Yeah i'm in a jag (skrr)
Amiris yeah they sag (yeah)
Glitch off like a lag (yeah)
Taking off like it's a mystery
No Scooby Doo and Shag

We be making hits
Your girl is fucking lit
She was in my bed
Her legs is what I split (yeah)
.60 in the clip
It got extended shit
For these fucking actors
Yeah these Brad Pits

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(For these fucking actors)
(Yeah these Brad Pits)
(Gang, gang, gang)

Written by:
Jay Brazzyy

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