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philthy rich & toohda band$ – hold it up كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(david wesson)
(funk or die)

[verse 1: visa]
ayy, took a trip to the d, i flew first class
before i left the house, i hit the gucci store and blew a bag
ten bands on me, that’s a light trip
f&n give a n_gga facelift
hit truth for the lamb chop with zip sauce
with this money, i’ll get a n_gga picked off (picked off)
ain’t no questioning, i’m a big boss
you a small fry, n_gga, i’m a big dawg

[verse 2: skinny t]
ayy, ayy, n_ggas tryna clone me, b_tches wanna own me
tell them n_ggas if it’s really beef, n_gga get up on me
i used to hit the road by myself ’cause i ain’t need n0body
way back then up in sac, i used to be with avi
ask that n_gga rick, that’s my cousin, i used to be mobbin’
ask bro, i always got the strap whеn i’m outside slidin’
and lil’ bruh from the rich, get out, thе suckers be hidin’
the hundred popper tops and the clip, we sending ’em flying

[chorus: toohda band$]
this for the gangsters and the hustlers
if you got a rollie on, n_gga, hold it up
all we know is fast life, ain’t no slowing up
my n_gga pulled up with a brick, i told him pour me up
i’m getting topped by your shorty in the longest truck
give a f_ck ’bout what you talkin’, n_gga show me somethin’
cuz flexed two_hundred thou’, he really showed me somethin’
i told pops to hold yo’ head, you got a rollie coming
[verse 3: philthy rich]
look, i ain’t never been booked for these vv’s
my b_tch got a million purses with all cc’s
this for the gangsters and the hustlers, hold your rollie up
a hundred fod chains when we showing up
five foreigns, each one, two_fifty or better
got on five chains, that’s two_fifty on my sweater
f_ck a b_tch, i’m just tryna make my mama proud
so i went and spent a million on my mama house (phil)

[verse 4: toohda band$]
i remember kicking doors, b_tch, we was in and out
n_gga, we was hitting lean, it never been a drought
i’ll get a n_gga k!lled, you better watch your mouth
my n_ggas ready for whatever, they’ll watch yo’ house
man, n_gga, stop cappin’, n_gga, stop actin’
n_gga said he with the sh_t until we caught that boy lackin’
and yo’ b_tch in the trap, vacuum sealed, she packin’
police hit the lights, don’t stop, keep smashing

[chorus: toohda band$]
this for the gangsters and the hustlers
if you got a rollie on, n_gga, hold it up
all we know is fast life, ain’t no slowing up
my n_gga pulled up with a brick, i told him pour me up
i’m getting topped by your shorty in the longest truck
give a f_ck ’bout what you talkin’, n_gga show me somethin’
cuz flexed two_hundred thou’, he really showed me somethin’
i told pops to hold yo’ head, you got a rollie coming
[verse 5: lil tray]
keep blasting
this b_tch want some d_ck, she keep asking
slide up on a n_gga quick with the mac_10
i like to see that money flip, where the backends?
we tryna pop a n_gga top out the black benz
we pullin’ off if we can’t bring the straps in
get on both sides of his whip, now he trapped in
hard times, i was down bad tryna stack ten

[verse 6: lil steve]
hard times, i was down bad tryna stack ten
n_ggas really p_ssy, they actin’
i been in the stu’ working, just rappin’
nights callin’ ’cause the trap been slappin’
i’m working on collecting the backend but right now i’m still trappin’
on the road, diamonds on my neck, tryna get a check
n_ggas hate i’m winning and i’m next
all that hating sh_t got his ass wet
i’m really ’bout a check
young n_gga tryna cop a ‘vette (tryna cop a ‘vette)

- philthy rich toohda band

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