Testo Hold Up - WacoTron
Testo della canzone Hold Up (WacoTron), tratta dall'album Smokin Texas
I say hold up a second, let me put this on your mind
How he got your back and he ain't even got a spine
Just met the bitch but I'ma fuck her like she mine
They been trying to figure out the way I do it every time
Who dat is hating, tell that nigga fall in line
Big facts I'm the truth but you gon' listen to them lies
Lost my partner to these streets 'cause they ain't wanna see him shine
And when my daughter at the park, the only time I let it slide
Lets keep it gangster, no exaggeration on the way I live
I ain't never got no love so nothing all I got to give
Everybody turn they back I know exactly how it feel
Don't nobody got your back except the strap when it get real
My lil' nina been so good, I prolly get this bitch some heels
Prolly go off any minute, they been telling me to chill
I had told the honest truth but they all thought it was a fib
I ain't talking about no babies when we come shoot up the crib
Woke up thinking bout a dollar and I put that on repeat
This forreal I'm from the bottom, talking right beside the creek
It got real off in the field, I had to come with more than cleats
We had noodles in the cabinet but no forks so I can eat
Bout to go and risk it all to get my people what they need
I don't want no interference how I came is how I leave
So I had to trap or die for seven days, you niggas weak
We had rice all on the block when I was married to the streets
Aight hold up, let me roll up
When I showed up
Them niggas froze up
For that bread robbing deadly get the cold cuts
Trying to be all in my business, get your nose touched
Drop dope on a scale, get a contact
Mind gone, I can't let it get me sidetracked
Big goat, matter fact nevermind that
Good swap, let me see where your mind at
Came across a couple habits, they was coming every week
Me and cudda ain't been seeing eye to eye, we barely speak
I ain't lying let him try me, if he reach then I'ma teach
Know I'm stupid with 3 o's, I'm going out like Memphis Bleek
If you scared then go to church and might as well go be a priest
Had it hard I swear to god them situations made a beast
I can't let nobody play me and I put that on my seed
Unemployed I hit the block and put in work with no indeed
I say hold up a second, let me put this on your mind
How he got your back and he ain't even got a spine
Just met the bitch but I'ma fuck her like she mine
They been trying to figure out the way I do it every time
Who dat is hating, tell that nigga fall in line
Big facts I'm the truth but you gon' listen to them lies
Lost my partner to these streets 'cause they ain't wanna see him shine
And when my daughter at the park, the only time I let it slide
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Writer(s): Katron Marshall, Alexander Theesfield
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