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tana - holdin bck lyrics

[intro: tana]
all of this sh_t that i’m feelin’
all of this sh_t that i’m feelin’

[verse 1: tana]
all of this sh_t i’m feelin’
all of this sh_t i’m feelin’, why would i hold it back?
bad ass b_tch tryna grab on my sack
n_gga run up_ he get slapped
i knock a n_gga_ right off the map
this b_tch in love, i double_tap
i’m with my beehive, b_tch, my slatt
young n_gga, i’m on that new sh_t
i’m with my bloods kickin’ sh_t on my bool sh_t
n_gga run up then he eatin’ a full clip
these n_gga fake as a f_ck and i knew it
she give me the p_ssy but i won’t abuse it
put all that pain sh_t into the music
n_gga say he want smoke, let’s do it
walk in the trap spot and i get to it

[verse 2: tana]
b_tch said she was pregnant, h_ll no it ain’t mine
you wanna qp? hit me on facetime
you can f_ck any b_tch, but you can’t bang mine
she wanna chat, b_tch, it ain’t time
b_tch, i’m a rastafarian, got hang time
i heard y’all n_ggas was lame through the grapevine
i heard y’all n_ggas was wack
i took your sh_t, you not gettin’ it back
stick in my jeans, i’m ain’t scared to attack
put all this real life sh_t into rap
and this not no migo lee
walk up, b_tch thought i was migo lee
and i’m totin’ rifle, that big ol’ thing
try and ride this wave and yo’ ass gon’ sink
[verse 3: tana]
p_ssy, boy you a rookie
b_tch eat d_ck up, just like a cookie
he say he tapped in, you want a cookie?
my brother locked up, no you can’t book me
he got that chain on, it’s gon get tooken
b_tch get smacked up, if her ass looking
n_gga get packed up, leave his ass shooken

[bridge: tana]
b_tch wan’ make a movie
i got a bad b_tch, she off the tusi
i hit my dance, lil’ b_tch, like i’m toosii
i got a bad b_tch with a big booty
got h_lla hoes and they thought i was fruity
i got them long locs, b_tch, like i’m nudy
i got the sack and i’m gettin’ straight to it
bro got the pack in, told him let’s do it

[verse 4: che]
n_gga try to run from the drac’, he can’t from the [?]
brodie out servin’ the eighth while i’m blitzin’ [?]
just spent like $500, b_tch, on these margiela kicks
lil’ b_tch she talkin’ bout her day but i’m tryna get [?]
everyday we put on bape, man that sh_t is expensive
n_gga try to talk on the gang then his ass gettin’ spint
i put like_, $5_$500 on this lil’ pendant
[?] f_f_ck the rap, i’m independent
my sh_t gon’_ drop a lil’ neck in her panties
these n_ggas_ snitch on they dawg for a penny
shoutout my_ ma, i ain’t talkin’ bout remy
sippin’ on_ d’ussé, i start to feel heavy
what would you_, what would you do if i left you
shooter gon_ shoot at the opp like 11
i puttin’ on_ true religion for your bestie
[?] like_ shoot baby with a new desi
[outro: che]
h_ll yeah, f_ck you talkin ’bout, n_gga (lemme hear that)
_keep going, n_gga ran up and you know bullets keep going
n_gga talk down, we gon_ keep snowin’
yeah i got drip and some more sh_t, aight (let me come hear that sh_t b_tch)

- tana

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