Im holley
I remember when you and dad had no money
i bought you a rarrey
mama she broke got no money
she pray and beg for money on sid the street
Im holley im holley im holliey
come to my house and ill rap you in bubble rap
my girl comin and wantin my money
i told got and get life and be happy with me
than we will be chilin with my honies and drink my money
Im holley im holley im holley
may be one day i will be boke and you daddy geve me back my rarriery my honiey
or rob a bank for the sake of laughin with the honies
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