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Hold You Down

Future

Hold You Down

2014

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Sit in my whip and see the stars (and see the stars)
Show me just who you are (show me just who you are)
You know who

Gangsta Bop

Akon

Konvicted

2006

if you see what my eyes have seen
Then you'll understand why I'm surrounded by G's
If you owe me, and we got beef
I recommend you reach for your

the greatest
Might put the stars on the roof in the new Mercedes
Im getting to it daily
Fuck you pay me
Nigga I'm a owner touch a billi like Jay-Z
Bout to go

till sun rise
Horizons lookin prime
When I got you by my side
Power couple on the rise
No bullshit no lies
Slow down, tell me what you know now
Throw

by serving some jays
Shooting dice in da breezeway
Phone ringing it’s another play
Niggas mad kuz you getting paid
Couple bullets now his head gone

the facts
Finally up, I know you hatin that (Why you hatin?)
You see me fail but I still prevail
Everytime, I write rhymes in great detail (Uh)
I write what’s

dropping the songs for plays
My ulterior motives be having me questioning
Every wrong I've made
Like if she was my lemonade
Then maybe I'm Jay Z
Maybe it's

u round me watch what u postin, yeah I’m wavy but I’m not from the ocean 



I got the top from a Scotian , 

2 phone in my pocket that both ring ,

it wasn't shit
Got it back quick, for some chips get ya sack stripped
Least got a jack by my dick if i’m active
Picture me squatting on rocks in

power, got me feelin' like Zeus
Only one red that can never be a deuce
Lies out those lips and I'm lettin' off the deuce
Ha, what's crackin'
Out a couple

Baby (Yo, what's up?)
Something ‘bout you's got me going cazy
(Yeah you got me going crazy)
Touching on your body's what I'm craving

Baby (Yo, what's up?)
Something ‘bout you's got me going crazy
(Yeah you got me going crazy)
Touching on your body's what I'm craving

pass the 3rd degree
Rap game burglary
Man cut the fuckery
These niggas they can't fuck with me
I got em like what's up with Pri
Now I'm in my bag
All

fakes
Pump the break if you lonely with no place
Got a place with my homies and its great
Run a race can't hold me in a pace
If you need me I might run it

to you
Go 'head, show 'em what you got

the girl on Friday hit her ass on Saturday
Oh that's yo girl dawg, I see you with the mad face
Shawty just got me a Burberry bucket
Told me only time I can

he’s got two (got two)
I’m like babe (like babe) that’s how we do
(that’s how we do)
No, no, no you man can't do it like me
Nope, you can't do it like me

And you still losing calories,
Focused on a style of me,
Regrets to my princess, her interest, 
Focused on wildin', but in a slim dress,
Wasn't here

when there's trouble with me
I got you more weak in the knees than Chris Reeves in SWV
Pull up a chair as I'm grasping your mandible
The memory of you

Believe That

Mannie Fresh

500 Degreez

2002

king me

Push Impalas and Caprices (believe that daddy)
Starch flat, no creases (believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (believe that daddy)

Like This

Mack 10

Straight Gangsta, Vol. 2 [Screwed]

2006

Don't hesitate to ask me,
Bet I got what you need,
So be sure to run it past me,
And just in case it's on,
Keep the blue steel and chrome,
The homies

looking salty like a Ritz commercial
Inhale the purple, got you geekin', show your inner Urkle
They've seen me ballin', now they want to conduct

State Of Emergency

Logic

Bobby Tarantino II

2018

Yeah, yeah, yeah
2 Chainz

Okay, I think these niggas is tryin' me
The irony, I used to iron jeans that had the heavy crease
You know my destiny

how you handle it
Talk all day, see how I'm rollin', ain't too many
Playas out there, doin' what I do
Y'all might not wanna give me my respect
But