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tayed smit - can't hold us down كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
hotline to call me, corportate 1_800, i kickbox some p_ssies like i’m andrew tate
we at the top, and we runnin’ this school, the end of the discussion, ain’t no more debate
ten years from now we gon’ own the whole city, and sit on large property, and real estate
once we get rich, i’m gon’ k!ll all the politicians, get my money, and move out the states
followers always gon’ make some sh_t up, make unfunny ass jokes, ain’t no laugh, ain’t no echo
insurance money, they might try to k!ll me, they hate intellectuals, i need the gecko
i hate the concept of money, but wanna give back to the people, and help every ghetto
knew from the start i was special and smarter than everyone else, knew that sh_t from the get_go
can’t compare me to n0body, i think for myself out collectives, there ain’t no mistakin’
we all gon’ get rich as h_ll, and distribute this sh_t like it’s crack, you call me ronald reagan
money ain’t real, so take care of your people, and live for the earth, and that’s when you awaken
me and my homies play chess, this ain’t checkers, y’all backwards as h_ll, guilt my association
this our best song, ain’t no question, and all of y’all been supportin’ to see the progression
knock your career chances down with this verse, i pop all of y’all like i had a smith & wesson
f_ck y’all’s opinions, i know some don’t like me, could give a f_ck less b_tch you have no discretion
squeeze the life out of you f_ck boys and sl_ts, who care only ’bout s_x, give y’all different compression
rappers be cappers who separate from their own people, once they get a l!ck of success
only people who gon’ f_ck with they music are white folks, guess that is who they impress
some of these stupid ass artists get k!lled, cause they drop the lo’, or give out they address
sh_t always stays the same, in this backward ass industry, i’ma work, nonetheless
[chorus]
nah, you can’t hold us down b_tch, you can’t hold us down
we are not some slaves, we stay independent, and we keep our crowns
this my time to shine, third track ever, fifteen years old, renowned
we gon’ run the game, b_tch we run our school, already known in town
nah, you can’t hold us down b_tch, you can’t hold us down
we are not some slaves, we stay independent, and we keep our crowns
this my time to shine, third track ever, fifteen years old, renowned
we gon’ run the game, b_tch we run our school, already known in town

[verse 2]
f_ck it, repeat myself, ‘gain and again
free thugger, ysl out of the pen
money stick out of the side pockets, stuck with obesity, but ain’t got a double chin
revolution in the nation, and i’m talkin’ violent, takeover that b_tch from within
we never lose, b_tch it’s almost preposterous, every time sum’ happens, we always spin
make myself clear when i put it in bold
don’t need no chains cause i’m already gold
call bro a snitch, cause he already told
can’t hold us down, b_tch i can’t be controlled
switch up the flow, and we switch up the style, i’ll change for myself, but b_tch i’ll never fold
f_ck university, signed to the money, i don’t need no papers, already enrolled
sign to the streets, i ain’t never buy beats, and the process to long to do any spreadsheets
b_tch i’m a g_nius, i don’t need yo’ help, that 140 iq, make my lifestyle complete
you can’t compete, nah b_tch we gon’ defeat, any opps or opponents gon’ be obsolete
b_tch we gon’ win, b_tch we gon’ spin, we never starving b_tch we always eat!
[chorus]
nah, you can’t hold us down b_tch, you can’t hold us down
we are not some slaves, we stay independent, and we keep our crowns
this my time to shine, third track ever, fifteen years old, renowned
we gon’ run the game, b_tch we run our school, already known in town
nah, you can’t hold us down b_tch, you can’t hold us down
we are not some slaves, we stay independent, and we keep our crowns
this my time to shine, third track ever, fifteen years old, renowned
we gon’ run the game, b_tch we run our school, already known in town

[outro]
yeah
my verse was all cap, that sh_t was not real
have a fed b_tch lurkin’ tryna’ bring us down
f_ck with us and we k!ll you, y’all deserve to die b_tch
burn yo’ coffin and roll them ashes up
cnc, yeah

- tayed smit

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