Songtext zu 'Holy' von Lil Wayne

I just bought myself a 9 and my brother a Tech
Got too much on my mind hit the blunt and reflect
When I was under arrest my bitch was under the rest
I bet she fucked while I was gone, then I double the bet
I smoke weed in Amsterdam, and I smuggle the rest
I act like I'm shaking your hand and you get punched with the left
And you can get killed for shit you said under your breath
And if you do choose to bark, it ain't none to a vet
Man, fuck these niggas, I ain't stuntin' these niggas
Yo bitch about to swallow a bunch of me's, nigga
I got a white girl fucking, sucking me, nigga
While I'm thinkin' 'bout the days that it sucked to be niggas

Bought myself a 9 and my brother a Tech
Nigga, keep your head up like that gun in ya neck
And my bitch was scared to fly 'till we fucked on a jet
Fucked her in the cockpit, all these buttons to press

I just got myself a blonde with the puffiest chest
I just bought myself some time, rolled my Rollie a check
Ridin' in a double R, just Regretting Regret
Getting loaded more than once, no Russian Roulette
I just left King of Diamonds, I just fucked a baguette
I ain't called her since that day, I just wasn't impressed
Move with a nose ring, startin' a bunch of BS
Hide the gun, knock on yo door, dressed like UPS
Man, fuck these niggas, I ain't stuntin' these niggas
I'm a bear coughing up a bunch of honeybees, nigga
Got hoes under me, like a submarine, nigga
Got a bitch with a clit like a butter bean, nigga (uh)

Bought myself a 9 and my brother a Tech (yeah)
Bought my sons toys and my daughter a pet
Bought my homeboys choppers and my woman a dress
And to catch me if I fall, I bought my mother a net
Let's go

Anyone could get knocked off
Any bitch could get knocked up
Baby daddy get locked up
Sell everything, put the house up
Don't say anything, keep your mouth shut
Except two words and that's: How much?
If I do get out, we're skipping time
She said what about her mama
I paused
I said: I gotta do what I gotta
Is you gon' ride with me or you not
And she start cryin' and said: I'm not
And I paused
I said: It's probably what's best
Well, I'll be back when pigs fly
So they can follow on my jet
I tell my pilot where to go next
I bring that problem to your doorstep
I catch you slippin' while you tired
Like the road wet
Like it's no sweat
I'm Tunechi, hi, I'm here to collect
They wondering why I ain't getting no rest
'Cause that's just too close to arresting
And to far from certain protects
Oh, Police, read me my wrongs
Or just leave me alone
Rubbing, squinting my eyes
I still don't see where I'm wrong
Sold my soul to the streets
They bought it previously-owned
Went to jail for a Glock
And soon as I got home

I went and bought myself a 9 and that new MAC 11
You talk shit at 10:59 and make the news at 11:00
Bitch, I'm the wildest motherfucker on a team full of rebels
Young, wild motherfucker to a MILF, cougar, leopard

I'm a lion, motherfucker, to these hoes 'cause you can sweat a little
Euro my secret weapon like Mark, Jackson and Stephen
I see plain clothes pigs and unmarking trappers
My bitch believe what I say
I told her: Salt, what's pepper
I'm cold as malts and metals
Sell stolen parts
Whatever
Put three holes in your head like a bowling ball
Don't spare 'em
And all my niggas in jail
That's bullshit, I smell ya
Remember Destiny's Child
My favorite one was Farrah
Man

Bought myself a 9 and my brother a Tech
I know you don't want war like you just a cadet
Tell a motherfucker who next
Motherfucker, you next
I'm the best
Rapper alive and they love me to death
Bye
Yeah
Fuck these niggas, I ain't stuntin' these niggas