Lyrics:
Tricks to hold his back but we'll see at the end
He's a fake not a friend
So he's thinking of when he can backstab grab or go your hole
Now I know
companion, I tell the mountains and the canyons,
Long as I got legs to stand on, I'm gonna stick by you.
Oh, a little saucy mare like you should have
There's sixteen ounces to every pound
Some shit is 'bout to go down
Got sixty-four of 'em
That's four of 'em, smoke somethin'
Burn it down, this shit
back dro
Can't get caught in the mix
By these fake trouble cops and
They crooked ass tricks
And uh, hold up yo, niggas rollin' up
For what? I don't know
witnesses
I'm the truth
Still, I remain calm like a soldier in war
Surrounded by, three bombs, cautious
Shots keep coming like I got three arms
Two trigger
like we'd be fuckin' major?
I never meant to make you feel like I would underrate you
Got me sittin' by this table, I'm so unstable
Somewhere by
really?)
Hold on, hey (hello, hello)
That's me wavin' at my opps (hello)
I got manners on they block, bitch, I come through wavin' Glocks (how y'all
your side
I'm by your side
When I was in shambles
When I got too weak
The ocean grew hands to hold me
When I was in shambles
When I got too weak
alone, the ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes
I know the jewels, no time for them thoughts, too much
words nigga duffel bags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
Yellow Benz
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
sittin' in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fuckin' bad bitches (bad bitches, bad bitches)
I be hittin' they daughters
the partition of God's religion
Become united by our bars and our common visions,
The "C" of Tranquility, what will it really be?
What does the future hold
it with a crooked smile
Hold me tight so
I stay humble All time
When the sun don't shine
When success makes blind
Would you still be by my side
find me there oh no
I've got an open door
It didn't get there by itself oh
It didn't get there by itself
feel
About being the girl who's only loved by me
And a thousand times I've got the same reply
It just makes me feel so good I wanna cry
Now I love you
got diesel
I can hold the steering
Real steady, get steady
When I gotta refuel
Crank the track up
Now I'm grown up, and all sewn up
I'm comin'
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hello? Hey Quando, this durk
Some rap niggas just called said they
Got 5 for a show hell naw, nigga
Run it by me one
H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine
Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss
It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off
Got
been to all these years?
Got it tatted on my face so I don't shed a tear
Just so we clear, niggas been hatin' on me my whole career
Catchin' fades
(alone)
Maybe I'll pick up the phone (the phone)
See if she is home
I don't know what's wrong
She's got a hold on me (she got a hold on)
Guess I'll go along
Raised up by the same niggas tryna dim my shine
And my brudda hold the 45 it make you see the light
Shawty want me every day I said I'm on my grind
I'll be
Fuck you looking at, nigga?
I'm still tryna find out, nigga
Hold on, hold on, hold on, wait
Oh we got a problem here?
We got a problem here?
treasure
I say baby girl hold me, can you hold me? (can you hold me?)
I be feelin' so lonely, I be feelin' so lonely (lonely)
Feelin' like I ain't got
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