Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh
Huh huh uh huh, do it, huh yea
Uh uh, do it, huh huh, what y'all want, huh
Rollin', gold two seater
Stash in the dash
Hole through heaters
Blockah put holes through beaters
Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs
Ballin', Brooklyn dawn
Addicted to Crys hooked on Don
15 G's hookers on
Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs
Hustlin', guys that send Po's
'Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos
Blame me, trials acquit those
Look at the hurt, your eyes will squit close
Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt
Listen to the two way alert
It goes, lets go VIP boo raise your skirt
Holla back Young'n
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back Young'n
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back Young'n
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back Young'n
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back
(Hoo hoo)
I'm gangsta, y'all just wannabe's
Federal Agents on their P's
30 grand 28 on the keys
Gotta good lawyer I'm gonna squeeze
Thuggin' jeans and Tim's
Fitted to the front lean the brim
Ride but never on teenage rims
And I keep a chick's face between limbs
Stylin' y'all heard about my kick game
I'm on the parkway see me at the Knick game
Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame
F A B O L O U S
Ridin' y'all know as well I do
That's the way you can tell I flew
So I got a deal, I sell pot too
'Cause before I hit the pens, I'm gettin' bailed by Clue
Holla back Young'n
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back Young'n
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back Young'n
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back Young'n
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back
(Hoo hoo)
Cruisin' top on the Mercedes low
Turn us up when you hear this on the radio
Blastin' with the nineteen eighty flow
Make the necks on the ladies go
(Woo woop)
Holla, that's what a pretty thug will do
Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two
Y'all throwin' on them gritty mugs for who
Like y'all don't know what fifty slugs will do
Hatin' I just bought the bulls
I put y'all in the front page articles
I got 'em lookin' at the billboard charts confused
And I still freestyle to start the Clue's
Reppin' I'm that kid about the doe
I done copped coke and started droughts before
Shit Platinum out the door
Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes
Holla back Young'n
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back Young'n
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back Young'n
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back Young'n
(Hoo hoo)
Holla back, back, back, back
(Hoo hoo)

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