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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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AJ.KLOEHN
<p>i made couple mistakes their but the first times are the hardest aint they</p><p>&nbsp;</p>

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