DeJ Loaf - Hollow Past lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Uh, turn me up louder

It's good

I say

(Verse)

I'm a boss, laffers on the desk

If bitches feelin' hot, put the toolies at their neck

Givin' hickies, all these bitches sucky, they disgust me

Navy blues bangin' in my tuckies

And I'm lookin' fo' a rug rat, like Chucky

All grown up, with 'em dreads, come fuck me

This a masterpiece, no Master P

We in it, no limit, words so adver

I say what I want, I do what I want, no

We're gonna win, oh yes, we're gonna

Follow me on Twitter, nigga, you don't need my number

Grindin' all winter had me chillin' all summer

Had em sprung befo' spring, got ride of em in the fall

These niggas, they slow you up, that's why I barely answer calls

A lotta hatin' shit be goin' on, who's goin' on?

I ain't really did no shows, and I ain't press fo' em, no no no

Niggas fake, say they real, quote on quote

I remember gettin' cheese and bread and focused both

Now we buy the latest fashion and we blow on smoke

Be a savage, be selfish and you won't go broke

I was showin' too much luv, I won't show no mo'

Wanna talk that fresh shit, c'mon, we can go

But I been ova that stage, boy, I have grown

And shout my lil bro, he be puttin' on

And shout out all y'all pussies, put yo panties on

And since we talkin' pussies, I got that super soak

Fresh as eva, all em ville, talkin' shizz, spillin' rose

Versatile, money bags, bitches chow with my clothes

Bite down, chew it up, puttin' mollies up they' nose

Wakin' up, callin' shots, 50 bands in my row

Laughin' at you hater broads, type o' shit that I be on

What you on? I'm on brown... pull up

I'm on a money mission, say no to hugs and kisses

Let's get get rich, I'm fresh as fuck, take my picture

Dressed in all white, like the God I am

Told me Dej, go and get it, I said 'god, I am'

I be prayin' errnight, takin' shots to the hand

You be lazy, talkin' crazy, takin' shots to fit in

Y'all wet, drown, and I refuse to dive in

Lookin' supa supa cool to all this fly shit I'm in

Tryna eat, dine in, and if ya won't step out

Ya know y'all hatin' ass bitches wipe the side o' yo mouth

Y'all ain't gettin' no paper, y'all ain't makin' no browns

Y'all ain't reppin' with y'all group, y'all ain't holdin' it down

Let let me show ya sum', like I don't owe you nothin'

Gotta fuse that's short, don't press my button

(Hook x2)

It's that music that don't get no play

It's that music that they hate to play, hate to play

Hate to play, fuck em anyway, we gon' make it anyway

Grindin' hard, makin' moves, I'm in this shit till end, my baby

My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby