Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Up

Let go,

Bitch, I'm me, American
Weezy F baby, in a manger
Trouble is my friend, I ain't far in the
Clip full of wings, you boys into angels

Shoot ya in your halo, shoot you like
New Orleans A-hole, Flee-o,
All about my bread like bagels, know
I'm raw like Qualo, ball like gay

Weed so strong, like I twist tornadoes
like 9s, 4 5th's, and 3 8 oh's
Niggas problems, well, I am problematic
back to pickin' cotton 'cause you niggas cotton candy

I'ma east side damu, deep shamoo
Shoot you from your head to shoulders, shampoo
and the bamboo, pussy in the bedroom
Pass bitch down like an heirloom, tunechi

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Wait a
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We hustle till
Party sunlight
in the boxes
Don't this a gun fight

Fuck them other
I them niggas bitches
shit
Trigga finger

And we hustle till
Party sunlight
Guns in the
Don't this a gun fight

Fuck them other
I fuck them niggas
shit
Trigga itches

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Wait a
Hold up, up

Bitch, I'm streets, I rep that
Gimmie the beef, I'll put the in da grease
Kush in the sweets, your bitch in the
I fucked that bitch, mission

Real nigga gangsta conversation
I'm a real nigga, don't fuck imitations
Young Money, nigga, ain't no
I don't play games, niggas

Which one of y'all niggas say ya it?
a fucked up world, T-Streets take ya out it
That's word to the glock, glock in my
Who's left playin' shields better at the dot
up

Uh, married to the money, you're to the reception
And she came problems, fuck it, that's my step sons
Sleepin' in the Maybach, wake me when the jet
And I keep the toast, turn yo' ass to bread

Uh, on a true story
I got a million flows, they ain't even 2
Sleepin' on the edge, I I don't toss and turn
Shoot down the early and that's how I get the worm, yeah

Real university, alumni
Just my watch and that bitch say sometimes
She say when I'm in her, it feel I'm soul searchin'
And they say money talks, well, it's my person

Uh, a star from the sun roof
I fuck her in her dreams and make her true
Yeah, Money in the power
Send my B's at you like a motherfuckin'

Hold up, up, hold up
a minute
Hold up, up

We hustle till
till sunlight
Guns in the
Don't this a gun fight

Fuck other niggas
I them niggas bitches
Benadryl
Trigga finger

And we hustle nightfall
till sunlight
Guns in the
Don't make this a gun

Fuck them other
I fuck them niggas
Benadryl
Trigga itches

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