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babytron – hold up, wait! كلمات اغاني

hold up, wait! lyrics
[verse 1]
i can’t do no north face unless supreme on the coat
thousand dollar double cup i spill some lean on the floor
i might pop out mike amiri’s off celine on the hoe
unky in it knee deep, can tell a fiend by his nose
backdoor season, you won’t hear me creeping out the door
heard that one sh_t back goin, finna buy some pros
lookin like i’m playin minecraft all these diamonds on
blowing cookie from the middle shelf, oh you kinda blowed
on middlebelt with some pings tryna find a store
high as h_ll without no shoes on i tried to tie my toes
huh, nah i’m playin
plug talking bout “comе back tomorrow” nah i’m staying
hit yo block with two chops, they gon have to caution tape it
unky cooking in thе kitchen, d_mn near tossed dog an apr_n
since your mans a h_llhound, we gon send dog to satan
palm angels, nine hunnid, i am not jogging basic
the backpack full of fifty’s but the pants off the franklins
you ain’t no player you a mascot
eating lamb chops with my gang from the sandbox
25/8, 365, this sh_t can’t stop
mister do the white buffs sipping on a black pop
pop a v_cut and turn into a different monster
b_tch play with me i’m pulling up and spitting on her
this a big choppa, it look like a missile launcher
2022 i know my cheese getting longer (no hat)
i only blow thrax
you broke, where the joke at
paid a whole rack for the coat on the coat rack
heard you seen your opps and didn’t blow, you a hoe jack
prolly off a jugg device, you see my phone cracked
finna hit the clerk with a punch like i’m roman reigns
you said that you the plug, what you sold today?
little brodie bad as h_ll can barely even hold the k
sh_t f_cked up, but it’s life, i can’t show the pain
i can pearl a wood in thirty seconds f_ck a rolling tray
dropped a check in a ham chasing, now they owe the bank
sh_ttyboyz galactic, f_ck around and do a show in sp_ce
i’m high as h_ll, i need a drink, like hold up, wait!
[verse 2]
i ain’t even done yet, i gotta execute the beat
if i middleman the bowls i need an extra two a piece
opps slid down, sh_t i think he left his cuban link
dogsh_t militia, boss talk, we meet from two to three
said you up a hunnid, put the bible on it
riding in them strikers, ain’t a plate or a title on me
brodie elmer fudd’in walking round with a rifle on him
multi color helmet lang on looking tribal on it
see you up some money it look counterfeit
f_ck a three man deep, lil boy we bout to blitz
3:00 a.m. i’m just snoozing off in here counting strips
how the f_ck is you a scam vet, you never found a glitch?
walk em down, walk em down, i’m hopping out the cat
blew a twenty ball up at saks, i don’t know how to act
you a motherf_ckin fool you think we bout to scr_p
got some lil pape, you finna blow it or you bout to stack?

- babytron

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