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yung tax collector - hold up (god-given version) كلمات الأغنية

[producer tag]
mathias!

[verse 1]
call me kendrick lamar cause i hold up
got some chocolate milk boutta po’ up
just like a rocket, i’m boutta go up
i don’t talk to you cause boy you so dumb
i stay countin’ these beats post mortem
i stopped rapping because of the boredom
he actin’ stupid so i’m gonna record ’em
ask that girl she love me, she said “sort of”, ay

[chorus]
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
yuh
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
ay

[verse 2]
i serve god rapping on the side
yeah, god loves you no reason to hide
you acting salty just like a fry
the father, the son, the spirit, oh my!
ay, i’m not going hard, i’m just going light
i don’t do drugs, i just drink sprite
i’m underage, i do not drive
i’m steady gеtting checks but i still tithe
yuh, spreading good nеws in the cut like some surgery
i had to pray cause the devil tryna murder me
why do you care so much? is just that a curtesy?
yeah, that boy was steady flexing so i call that steven [?]
that was just a joke, not a shot
yes, i do that a lot
all these lines i jot
i do not smoke pot, yuh
okay, i’m just tryna stay pure
that girl asked if i like her, i said “for sure”
just kidding!
[chorus]
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
yuh
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
ay
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
yuh
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
ay

- yung tax collector

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