Lyrics:
Straight flight to Atlanta
Spent a dub up in Lenox
Massages by leisure on Louis V linen
Pull up in a foreign hop out of two seaters
I thought we had beef
Ferragamo, Louis
Convoy to Miami, Come with me lady
Hold my hand……
Hold my hand….
Hold my hold my hands
Hold my hands….
Hold my hand……
Hold my hand….
Hold my
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
the whole globe but couldn't replace me
You skurred (scared) then face me, you don't wanna race me
Fendi fur, Cartier glasses for the blur
I'm a do it for
up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, I just got you a ring, for what?
I put you in the game, now it's game over
Every time you went to the Louis store you
niggas love sneak dissin' 'til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house
Keep shootin' until somebody
When you do it like I do, I make you fall in love
Never slippin' but the difference is the all above
All I ask is that you hold it down for me
had this Gucci love affair
When I talk my diamonds glare, I got every pair
If its something new by Coogi I'm completely unaware
Hold up, that's my
to side and front to back
Walk around with them Louis on
Bryce, get your boy groupie home
Tech out with that cooler on me
Bow bow, get it moving homie
tainted
(love) , blinded by you (love)
And hold no one above foolish love, love
Love is this really
(love) , questioning ya? (love)
You know exactly what
sick yes)
Hold on to His love (I said hold on)
Everlasting Love
(God is gonna bring you out, yes He will, I know He will)
Hold on to His love
you wrong
But you influenced by your idols
She saying that she love me
Would she step into the aisle
I keep fighting for love
Even though I'm not
becoming too attached (attached)
Do you want, do you want your bitch back, for real
Hanging out the window bumping "Already Gone"
Fuck The Eagles but I like
bumping out an old Buick
My stomping ground
None other than East St. Louis
Edgemont is the set
East St. Louis the city
Illinois is the state
St. Clair is
love to the fam and the gang
Hold up
To be real erybody is the same
Hold up
M$ney Boyz ima put it on a chain
Hold up
If you owe me I don't wanna hear you
type of ride
That you ever wanted to get, but she ain't ready for that, yeah
Fuck with the fella and I'ma get you right
Get you out the compact
it ghetto in stilettos
My attitude like the hulk
I'm a boss I wear Louis
My coochie is wrapped in pucci
My nigga he cop me Gucci
They love me like I
our life, nigga (drop his ass)
I just had a son, I just had a cub (my baby)
What's even better is he by somebody that I love (my baby)
My real
on Cassidy and
A scuffle breaks out between
The entourages and delays the battle
For just over five minutes
You get ya jammed up, I got my blue bands up
I'll
before
I guess I sold out, they mad
Gold mouth, Louis bag but everything I was
Made me everything I, everything I am
They say I sold out, love me poor
Hold Me Up - Edwin Louis Feat. Prithivee Rajesh
Sittin’ tired , waiting for the one
Baby, I never knew you were the one.
Thinkin’ about what we
girls in coffee shops
She said, "baby, I still love you"
Sometimes there's nothin' left to do
Oh, but you got to hold on, hold on
Babe, you gotta hold
them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
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