HOLETIME Yung Bambi (Ft. bbno$ & BOSRICO)
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[Intro: Yung Bambi]
Holetime, holetime
Wait, I mean, wait
That's your bitch? The whole time (Produced by Hounds)
Oh shit, know what I'm sayin'
You know what I'm sayin', Bambi, Hounds
You know what I'm sayin', DOGDEER shit
Hold on (Hold on)
[Verse 1: Yung Bambi]
On molly, I pop four more, then I pour a four
On froze, your ho on go, all up in her throat
At yo' home, said she want more
Guess she on a roll, Tic-Tac, throw it back
Shawty know how it go
My niggas ride with a pole, not no pocket rocket
I jus' get and go with yo' ho
She pop lock and drop it
In the snow say she love the cold, but I ain't talking mountains
We jus' did a line of the blow, and then she get to topping
She said she can't fuck with no regular nigga
You say yo' bands big, but I know my bands bigger
Y'all niggas jus' cappin', not pulling no triggers
My niggas guerrillas, no trace when they kill ya
Why yo' main chick all on me, ayy
She slurp and jerk in the back seat, ayy
She riding my shit like it's track meet, ayy
I cannot help with these thotties, ayy
Holetime, holetime
Wait, I mean, wait
That's your bitch? The whole time (Produced by Hounds)
Oh shit, know what I'm sayin'
You know what I'm sayin', Bambi, Hounds
You know what I'm sayin', DOGDEER shit
Hold on (Hold on)
[Verse 1: Yung Bambi]
On molly, I pop four more, then I pour a four
On froze, your ho on go, all up in her throat
At yo' home, said she want more
Guess she on a roll, Tic-Tac, throw it back
Shawty know how it go
My niggas ride with a pole, not no pocket rocket
I jus' get and go with yo' ho
She pop lock and drop it
In the snow say she love the cold, but I ain't talking mountains
We jus' did a line of the blow, and then she get to topping
She said she can't fuck with no regular nigga
You say yo' bands big, but I know my bands bigger
Y'all niggas jus' cappin', not pulling no triggers
My niggas guerrillas, no trace when they kill ya
Why yo' main chick all on me, ayy
She slurp and jerk in the back seat, ayy
She riding my shit like it's track meet, ayy
I cannot help with these thotties, ayy
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