Testo Hold Up - Trae Tha Truth
Testo della canzone Hold Up (Trae Tha Truth), tratta dall'album I Am King
I'm feeling like I'm fly as fuck, no planes
Yelling where them haters at, ain't nothing change
Still talking white bricks, cocaine
In the club with a hundred racks, I'm just saying
Yeah bitch I'm like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, wait a minute bitch
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, I'm just saying
Hold up, California 'Rari bitch, top just fold up
Nigga with an attitude, Michael Kors polo
Chopper get to popping, make them freeze up like a photo
Nightmares bout the feds, smelling like Hermes
Black with a check, now you Cortez
The exorcist nigga, yeah that Rollie turn heads
Put them niggas to they floors like standing Medusa head
Can't see me in these streets, on these
Beats with them hoes or the kitchen
A pussy nigga fake, that friend pussy nigga tripping
It's Jizzle from the bottom, die a legend out this bitch
I get to whipping up that four and get a seven out that bitch
I'm feeling like I'm fly as fuck, no planes
Yelling where them haters at, ain't nothing change
Still talking white bricks, cocaine
In the club with a hundred racks, I'm just saying
Yeah bitch I'm like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, wait a minute bitch
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, I'm just saying
King of the streets, twin drops I'm stunting
Bitch I ball for the city just like my last name Horton
So much green inside the truck it should have stayed in the garden
All I do is pay the price, I never ask what they charging
I'll pull up on your bitch and repossess her like you owe that
Put her in a flick and display her like she was Kodak
King motherfucker, I'm classic like I was throwback
This ain't what you want pussy nigga, you better know that
Too deep in this 'Rari, something blowing like Bob Marley
Hit my younging with a chopper, tell him ride like Harley
I do this for my niggas in the city on that slow shit
Where they pull up and they bang something
Them laws come, we don't know shit
Street nigga problems, we don't never duck them
I'm an asshole, Trae forever yelling fuck them
Nuts hanging to the point it ain't nowhere to stuff them
I let my chain play nigga, I don't never tuck them
I'm feeling like I'm fly as fuck, no planes
Yelling where them haters at, ain't nothing change
Still talking white bricks, cocaine
In the club with a hundred racks, I'm just saying
Yeah bitch I'm like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, wait a minute bitch
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, I'm just saying
Got them J's in the yard, keys in the kitchen
AK's in the closet, quarter million in the ceiling
Aliated with the street, we wonder how they never caught me
All I got to say is pay your taxes, pay your lawyer
I pay them money, now the nigga know the mayor, I can call him
Ain't nothing but the law, call it what you call it
Don't take no shit cause I ain't no toilet
See me shawty, you see me balling
I pull up, hop out sharp and shit
Rolls Royce so big can't park the shit
Lit by that light, quick start the shit
Cause we ain't gon' want to hear that I'm sorry shit
I'm feeling like I'm fly as fuck, no planes
Yelling where them haters at, ain't nothing change
Still talking white bricks, cocaine
In the club with a hundred racks, I'm just saying
Yeah bitch I'm like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, wait a minute bitch
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, I'm just saying
Credits
Writer(s): Cornell Haynes, James Todd Smith, Clifford J. Harris, Taddrick L. Mingo, Rufus Francis Jr. Morgan
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