letra de hold it down - ggot curt
[intro]
(k!ller goin’ crazy)
(silenxe special guest)
n-gga, yeah (mmm)
this that 3-1-8 louisiana sh-t (mmm)
ggot, ay’ what the f-ck that mean? (mmmm)
yeah, mane—let me talk ’bout what they seen, n-gga (mmm)
[verse 1]
ay’, i don’t really know
’bout where i’m really gon’ go
mane, i remember i touched that floor
i was havin’ suicidal thoughts
mane, i ain’t want n0body to know
and i was knockin’ at that door
i was gettin’ mad because that b-tch
won’t let me go
and i can make that ho’ go touch her toes
ay’, because you know a n-gga bold
and b-tch, you know i hold it down
[verse 2]
i remember that lil’ p-ssy boy
was talkin’ all that sh-t
mane, we could go another round, lil’ b-tch
you know i get you hit
ay’, i’m from that monroe, b-tch
that gun row—n-gga posted up wit’ sticks
i know some n-ggas that get active
mane, we used to hit some l!cks
but i won’t talk ’bout that sh-t
lil’ b-tch, i ain’t no f-ckin’ snitch
i be like camo, i’m too funny
b-tch, don’t try me—you’ll get switched
i ain’t ya bro, i ain’t ya friend
lil’ b-tch, you ain’t my f-ckin’ twin
ay’, don’t mistake me for no b-tch
i’ll knock ya ass up in ya chin
i know some family that ain’t sh-t
them b-tches ain’t my f-ckin’ kin
i hate some n-ggas that hate me too
i call that sh-t a win-win (win-win)
that b-tch, she know i make her crazy
by the way i be goin’ in (i’m goin’ in)
i know some n-ggas that call me trash
i throw they ass up in a bin
ay’, i be turnt up wit’ that b-tch
she wan’ ride ’round up in a benz
i bend her over, then i f-ck her
put her in that camera lens
she bet not do no sh-t without me
unless my f-ckin’ hand be in
i be that n-gga who get sh-t did
that’s just the f-ckin’ man i’m is
[chorus]
yeah—ay’, don’t talk to me
’cause i’ma hold sh-t down
i be that f-ckin’ g
them n-ggas know around town
i ain’t no lazy n-gga
i ain’t layin’ around
and b-tch, you know this ain’t no game
mane, you can’t play me now
mane, all them b-tches they wan’ talk ’bout
is some money
mane, i cut that b-tch off quick
you know that sh-t ain’t never funny
mane, you can’t play me like no b-tch
you know i ain’t no f-ckin’ dummy
ay’, lil’ b-tch—i hold it down
you know i’m never gon’ be bummin’
[verse 3]
“ay’, get off yo’ ass.”
that’s what my pawpaw used to say to us
mane, i do my f-ckin’ sh-t
mane, that’s the sh-t he f-ckin’ made for us
mane, i promise i’ll f-ckin’ hurt a n-gga
for tryna f-ckin’ take from us
i love my daughter wit’ all my heart, lil’ b-tch
and you can’t f-ckin’ make me hush
i rep that ggot, b-tch—you know
we just gotta get on that
and i ain’t worried ’bout that b-tch
or what she say—b-tch, i’on want that
i’m tryna run me up that money
stackin’ bands, you know i’m on that
i’m just tryna add—ain’t no subtractin’
b-tch, you know i just wanna clone that
i’m f-ckin’ smart, i’m movin’ right
mane, you can ask just where my dome at
and i be posted by myself
b-tch, i be coolin’ by my lonely
i know some places i can’t go
i had some b-tches try to warn me
but if i f-ckin’ die right now
i get to speak right to my ma’ again
this ain’t no f-ckin’ learnin’ session
ay’, you think this a school bus?
mane, it’s a lot of sh-t that come
mane, this a rule book
mane, i remember i ain’t have no car
b-tch, i was ridin’ ’round in some ubers
and i ain’t trustin’ n-ggas—gotta keep my tooler
[chorus]
yeah—ay’, don’t talk to me
’cause i’ma hold sh-t down
i be that f-ckin’ g
them n-ggas know around town
i ain’t no lazy n-gga
i ain’t layin’ around
and b-tch, you know this ain’t no game
mane, you can’t play me now
mane, all them b-tches they wan’ talk ’bout
is some money
mane, i cut that b-tch off quick
you know that sh-t ain’t never funny
mane, you can’t play me like no b-tch
you know i ain’t no f-ckin’ dummy
ay’, lil’ b-tch—i hold it down
you know i’m never gon’ be bummin’
[refrain]
ay’, i don’t really know
’bout where i’m really gon’ go
mane, i remember i touched that floor
i was havin’ suicidal thoughts
mane, i ain’t want n0body to know
[outro]
(and i was knockin’ at that door)
(i was gettin’ mad because that b-tch)
(won’t let me go)
(and i can make that ho’ go touch her toes)
(ay’, because you know a n-gga bold)
(and b-tch, you know i hold it down)
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