- Hold Up (feat. Gunna & Young Thug) 歌詞 Yung Bans
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- Hold up
Wheezy outta here
Hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up
Uh, uh, ooh
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little *****
Shut your mouth and drink my kids
Freaky lil' hoe might drink my piss
Wake up, go hit a lick, can't miss
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, lil' *****, I don't want you, lil' *****
I ain't cuffin' no ****, you belong to this ****
(Wheezy outta here)
Thing got your body in a bag
Pull up right now and embarrass you, yeah
All of these sticks, I'm a terrorist
Your boyfriend a *****, I'ma scare him, yeah
Nut in your hoe, end your marriage
She *** *** the gang, I'ma share her
The stones in my ear are three carats (Hold on)
*****s talk remind me of a parrot (Carats)
I'm in that zone, I put that **** on
They tryna figure out what I'm wearing (Oh)
Fly like a drone, go shop in Patron
? right after the Jeffery (Yeah)
Addicted to clothes, I dress up my hoes
They give me her dome, while I sit on her throne (Yeah)
(Wheezy outta here)
Hol' up, woah, hol' up
Whole lotta gas, we got bricks, bucks
You left that bank in a lambo, trucks
Hol' up, hol' up
I went and got in my bag, yup
Don 't play with them slimes, we gon' smash you up
(Wheezy outta here)
Hol' up, hol' up, Hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little ***** (Yeah yeah)
Shut your mouth and drink my kids (Yeah yeah)
Freaky lil' hoe might drink my piss
Wake up, go hit a lick, can't miss (Woo, woo)
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up (Woo)
I caught a body
I killed all the oppies
I dress and heard Bochie
I didn't love my papi
I sold him some soap man, I told him it's molly
Automatic the coupe , automatic the shotty
I drip in all white, can't look with no spotties
I gotta spider, my idle is spiking
(Wheezy outta here)
**** with the wagon, can't mingle nobody
I bury him alive in the back of the Swat
******* perform in the line it's a spot
Merc them and let them sit down and just ride it
Shot up his coupe and we shot up the shop
I don't care about no court, I don't care about no cops
(Wheezy outta here)
Hol' up, hol' up , hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Ayy, hundred racks on me right now, little *****
Shut your mouth and drink my kids
Freaky lil' hoe might drink my piss
Wake up, go hit a lick, can't miss
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
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