Testo Hold Up - Rich Homie Quan feat. Peewee Longway
Testo della canzone Hold Up (Rich Homie Quan feat. Peewee Longway), tratta dall'album No Pen No Pad
Drop a 'Rari 458, make the crowd roar
And since I made 20 million, who would I change my style for?
I'm slicker than that nigga that spilled Oliver's, all four
My pockets on Popeye, they made Oliver my whore
100 Bricks I'm flipping make me feel like I'm on tour
The more chickens they give me, man, the more make me want more
I'm cooking up glass dope on my glass stove
Whipping up a glass pack, working a glass flow
I've been geeked up the last 20 years so how could I crash, ho?
Media take out just made me fire my last ho
I bought that bitch some MAC lipstick and told that ho kiss my asshole
I'm in a Bentley sittin' on 24s, so why drive it fast for?
Me and Quan geeked up, Quan drive, I'ma crash it
Me and Pee Wee poppin' molly, man, don't tell him I'm spazzin'
I'm in a 2013 car, but every verse a classic
Got on baby Jesus pieces, shout out Ol' Dirty Bastard
We gon' make a movie, let the camera record it
Droppin' them for the rap while watchin'
Over my back, feelin' paranoid
Them broke bitches, we avoid 'em
Me and Gucci flyin', finna crash
Got 50,000 in cash, she gon' shop
And he like, "Hold up, hold up, ho, ho, hold up, hold up, ho"
Slow up, slow up, slow-slow-slow-slow up
Just bought a pint of lean, now I'm 'bout to pour up
Drank so much, feel like I'm throwed
Ass so small, them racks make her grow up
She was like, "Hold up, hold up, hold up"
Hold up, ho
You movin' too fast, touchin' on my bankroll, bitch, slow up, ho
Pajamas on the coupe, boy, I'm whippin'
On bitches like swangas, though
Longway Texas Ranger, sippin' muddy, tote that banger, ho
I hope your camera Dolby Digital, I'm in the club twistin' my fingers
Neighborhood rollin' 60, come re-up, I'm bangin'
Rockin' nothin' but 40 pointers, my chains is blingin'
Me and Wop and Young Rich Homie, we leavin' a stain
Young Thugga Thugga leave some shots, no trace, no mane
We gon' make a movie, let the camera record it
Droppin' them for the rap while watchin'
Over my back, feelin' paranoid
Them broke bitches, we avoid 'em
Me and Gucci flyin', finna crash
Got 50,000 in cash, she gon' shop
And he like, "Hold up, hold up, ho, ho, hold up, hold up, ho"
Slow up, slow up, slow-slow-slow-slow up
Just bought a pint of lean, now I'm 'bout to pour up
Drank so much, feel like I'm throwed
Ass so small, them racks make her grow up
She was like, "Hold up, hold up, hold up"
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Writer(s): Chastain, Borchardt, Menck
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