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letra de hold on - blo

[intro]
(fire this b-tch up, hulk, gang)

[verse]
my lil’ girl, she good, my lil’ brother bond paid
i’m cool without anthony davis, i feel like lebron james
before kobe died on a plane, i been ballin’ before bron came
he washed up now, but i’m curry when he was shootin’ long-range
i ain’t washed up, a n-gga still got it, 720, this car robotic
quarter million, i don’t even drive it, half a million, me and rod denied it
tell the label to double the budget or it’s cool, i won’t sign to n0body
my daddy had cocaine, i had the music, we started a group like yo gotti
pops got out the game, bought a truck, but he still could cook up a brick
been laced up my chucks, i’m still on thе right with this sh-t
know a couple n-ggas she f-cked, i ain’t trippin’, shе still gettin’ hit
say she got a baby on the way, i’m tryna hit the kid head with my d-ck
hold up, what you mean? hold on, i’m on beans, hold on
i’m on lean, hold on, this not no green, hold on
i don’t watch movies, but i’m in that mode, so shawty gon’ scream, “hold on”
f-ck you until your water break, then tell the kid hold on
i’m still on the way, be patient, i got old money, it’s ancient
i spent whole hundreds on cases, if she cute, i’m tippin’ the waitress
finally livin’ my dream, i hate i had to go back to the basics
she confused, she thought bottega was from asics
b-tch, what you mean? hold on, them ain’t no asics, them bottegas
the pink, the blue, the green, the silver, you want it, then you got all flavors
i paid for your maintenance, go get a wax, you don’t need no razors
still billy, but i got love for all my trailblazers
i got bros who bangin’ for pete, it say srt on the seat
i got strikers stored for days, remember we stole that jeep
i can’t rap on live, they leakin’, now the car got sensors, keep beepin’
i’m confused that you got a man, how you be at my house on the weekend?
you say you cheat on your man, hold on, i don’t even care, go home
you say you need money for your hair, i don’t ever care, here a loan
you say you look good with any hair, keep it, go short, nia long
say you got sentenced to prison, go buy a knife and a phone
if you havin’ pape’ for real, make sure you get you a drone
and watch how n-ggas start hatin’ soon as they see that you on
won’t let ’em rock me to sleep, i’m on whatever they on
i didn’t write none of this song, i spit this sh-t off the dome
i’m textin’ a ho who work here, i don’t even supposed to have a phone
expectin’ they see my face, other than that, i’m really unknown
i’m locked in with myself, i’m in a whole ‘nother zone
and i wanna play with my daughter, i can’t wait to go home

- blo

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