Testo Hold Hands - Ej, TheMaker
Testo della canzone Hold Hands (Ej, TheMaker), tratta dall'album Calm
Aay
I can't hold hands with a bitch
Take her to the floor and I dance with the bitch
Excuse my language I'm sorry I got to itch
I heard the bank closed, pour the money in a ditch
Nigga throw the ball, huh yeah pitch
We'll come slide, yeah quick
Doing all that talking I swear that these bullets hit
Treat him like a block and he talking just for a living
Turn him to a victim
Brodie open up the yak in my system
Shorty on my balls come lick them
*****'s gone we don't miss him
Everybody love me I'm like Nixon
Look everybody want to be in my mentions (Mmm)
Back then everybody was missing (Mmm)
Got to get this liquor out of my system
Driver can you please roll up the partition
Can't let them see me hold hands with a bitch (Hell naw)
I sold grams to a bitch
Took a flight but I won't land with a bitch
HIT!
Then I cancel a bitch (Uh)
Hit my lil dance and I make it rain (Make it rain)
I'm finna make her sang (Uh)
Blowing that earth wind and fire like Aang
Destroy the whole village Pain (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
I can't hold hands with a bitch
Take her to the floor and I dance with the bitch
Excuse my language I'm sorry I got to itch
I heard the bank closed, pour the money in a ditch
Nigga throw the ball, huh yeah pitch
We'll come slide, yeah quick
Doing all that talking I swear that these bullets hit
Treat him like a block and he talking just for a living
Turn him to a
Doing all that talking I swear that these bullets hit (Ah)
Doing all that talking I swear they they full of shit (Ah, ah)
She like when I grab her hair and pullin' it
She call me a dick but now she full of it
Boy you really ain't like that (Like that)
And yo girlfriend is a side chick
Put him on a shelf boy get up on the bike rack
Finna cut her off cuz I can't get side tracked
Telling me the rules but I won't abide that (Mmm, Haha)
Look, I got a plan to get rich (Get rich nigga)
You niggas staying in a ditch
Lil broke ass lil nigga playing with ya dick
Just dropped that song but it ain't really it (Damn)
Uh bitch, gon head throw shade (Throw shade)
You a lil dog, got no say
Play with the bulls I'm like olé (Woo)
Say she wanna leave okay
I can't hold hands with a bitch
Take her to the floor and I dance with the bitch
Excuse my language I'm sorry I got to itch
I heard the bank closed, pour the money in a ditch
Nigga throw the ball, huh yeah pitch
We'll come slide, yeah quick
Doing all that talking I swear that these bullets hit
Treat him like a block and he talking just for a living
Turn him to a victim
Brodie open up the yak in my system
Shorty on my balls come lick them
*****'s gone we don't miss him
Everybody love me I'm like Nixon
Sorry Sorry Haha
Let's do it let's do it
Hahaha
Let do it let's do it let's do it
Credits
Writer(s): James Haley, Elijah Floyd
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