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stonie500 - hold up كلمات الأغنية

[hook: stonie500]
four or five shots of the peach ciroc
got me like hold up, hold up
when i pull up to the club in a benzo drop
they be like hold up, hold up
i’m go hard and i ain’t gone to stop
all my hatters like hold up, hold up
ima do me and i ain’t gone lie
i be like hold, hold up

four or five shots of the peach ciroc
got me like hold up, hold up
when i pull up to the club in a rari drop
they be like hold up, hold up
i’m go hard and i ain’t gone to stop
all my hatters like hold up, hold up
ima be real and i ain’t gone lie
i be like hold, hold up

[verse 1: stonie500]
im like, every day is free trade
im balling like d. wade
ya’ll remember back in the days
we used to split that three way
back then, at the homeless homies
with the little jizzles and bj
hold your head my n-gga
man f-ck 12 my n-gga
if your d-mn bond wasn’t five mill
i would have post your bail my n-gga
keisha just had a baby
sh-t can’t get no realer
i’m on the phone with my main man
he orchestrates how it change hands
my second day in these same pants
up on stage doing the rain dance
i can’t even lie
ay i’m so f-cking fly
ay i’m so fresh to death
n-ggas wish that i would die
whipped them n-ggas with the three piece on
and i k!lled them with the suite tie
n-ggas talk that sh-t and wanna walk away
now if i chalk that up, then n-gga who am i
whooo!
poping these wammies
i don’t need a grammy
painted it candy
these n-ggas can’t stand me
these b-tches just don’t understand me
i ready for war
boy, i took it from poor
to foreigns all in my garage
i’m pocketing fifty or more
it’s time to even the score
now let me get…

[verse 2: e-dirty]
hold up, let me roll up
put a show on once i showed up
i took so many shots of the peach ciroc
i had to stop because i d-mn near throwed up
i got more bucks then your broke -ss
i don’t smoke mid, i smoke gas
drinking out the bottle, ain’t no gl-ss
so fly thats why i’m first cl-ss
i might pull up in that vert jag
hard top, no rag, touch screen like an ipad
sn-tch your b-tch up and take her back to my pad
like comcast i’m on demand
young n-gga smoking on grown man
zone 6 is my homeland
throw your hood up, rep your zone man
got swisher off in one hand, the other one in the air
saying f-ck you and who you came with
because sh-t, i don’t care
b-tch, i ball like i got no hair
broke n-ggas be like no fair
i like the louie shoes and the prada too
couldn’t decide so i went and bought both pair
i ain’t gone stop till i’m at the top and all my folks there
with a real b-tch, all i deal with
and no dumb hoes like sinclair
yeah!
now where my real hustlers at
out there grinding flipping them packs
doing what ever to get to them stacks

- stonie500

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