Hole in a Cup Songtext
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Hole in a Cup Songtext
Aye, Big Texas
Aye, look out
They don′t like how I came through dripping like a hole in a cup
Everything Texas when I'm rolling it up
Bitch throw it back, whatchu holding it for
By the end of the night I be folding you up
Hoe on my line, she been blowing me up
Put her on game, know I′m cold in the clutch
True on one thing is nigga I ain't gon' touch
On my way to the block, you was waiting on a bus
Everybody armed, where the bows at
I′m welcome everywhere like a doormat
But back to the script, where the hoes at
And gon′ put that ass where the floor at
When I'm gone in this bitch ain′t no catching up
Ain't gon′ lie this hoe green as a 7UP
I was addressing this pressure, no letting up
Let me hit from the back in these Ethika's
I can tell she was tipsy and knowing she with it
I gave her a minute to handle her business
So fuck with a swap, I′ma go in the city
Bro lookin for her, he dont know that she missing
Be mine for the night, we ain't catchin no feelings
Ain't nothing but haymakers whenever I hit it
And we on the way, she so anxious to get it
You fine but sit back before we get a ticket
Fuck a wave, I don′t know how to surf
Get this hoe, she on me like a shirt
Unemployed but I put her to work
Put that 40 up under your skirt
And you been in my face since the moment you came
That ain′t no issue go do your lil' thang
Fuck with a Crip and you wont be the same
I hit her once and she, aye
They don′t like how I came through dripping like a hole in a cup
Everything Texas when I'm rolling it up
Bitch throw it back, whatchu holding it for
By the end of the night I be folding you up
Hoe on my line, she been blowing me up
Put her on game, know I′m cold in the clutch
True on one thing is nigga I ain't gon′ touch
On my way to the block, you was waiting on the bus
They don't like how I came through dripping like a hole in a cup
Everything Texas when I'm rolling it up
Bitch throw it back, whatchu holding it for
By the end of the night I be folding you up
Hoe on my line, she been blowing me up
Put her on game, know I′m cold in the clutch
True on one thing is nigga I ain′t gon' touch
On my way to the block, you was waiting on the bus
Aye, look out
They don′t like how I came through dripping like a hole in a cup
Everything Texas when I'm rolling it up
Bitch throw it back, whatchu holding it for
By the end of the night I be folding you up
Hoe on my line, she been blowing me up
Put her on game, know I′m cold in the clutch
True on one thing is nigga I ain't gon' touch
On my way to the block, you was waiting on a bus
Everybody armed, where the bows at
I′m welcome everywhere like a doormat
But back to the script, where the hoes at
And gon′ put that ass where the floor at
When I'm gone in this bitch ain′t no catching up
Ain't gon′ lie this hoe green as a 7UP
I was addressing this pressure, no letting up
Let me hit from the back in these Ethika's
I can tell she was tipsy and knowing she with it
I gave her a minute to handle her business
So fuck with a swap, I′ma go in the city
Bro lookin for her, he dont know that she missing
Be mine for the night, we ain't catchin no feelings
Ain't nothing but haymakers whenever I hit it
And we on the way, she so anxious to get it
You fine but sit back before we get a ticket
Fuck a wave, I don′t know how to surf
Get this hoe, she on me like a shirt
Unemployed but I put her to work
Put that 40 up under your skirt
And you been in my face since the moment you came
That ain′t no issue go do your lil' thang
Fuck with a Crip and you wont be the same
I hit her once and she, aye
They don′t like how I came through dripping like a hole in a cup
Everything Texas when I'm rolling it up
Bitch throw it back, whatchu holding it for
By the end of the night I be folding you up
Hoe on my line, she been blowing me up
Put her on game, know I′m cold in the clutch
True on one thing is nigga I ain't gon′ touch
On my way to the block, you was waiting on the bus
They don't like how I came through dripping like a hole in a cup
Everything Texas when I'm rolling it up
Bitch throw it back, whatchu holding it for
By the end of the night I be folding you up
Hoe on my line, she been blowing me up
Put her on game, know I′m cold in the clutch
True on one thing is nigga I ain′t gon' touch
On my way to the block, you was waiting on the bus
Writer(s): Katron Dreyshun Marshall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
