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letra de Hold On - Max B

[intro: max b]
double it down paul
do your magic, yeah
we rolling now, n-gg-
boss don, baby
you know i like to have fun, yeah
when was the last time you heard one of these?

[verse 1: max b]
my baby had a birthday in september
smoked so much sour, i couldn’t remember nan’ now
and baby, when i made you surrender
hold on
in the middle of the madness
blew trial they sent me upstate to sit
i was left alone
i always wanted you to know that
it didn’t matter where we be
they couldn’t pull us apart

[bridge: max b / french montana]
no n-gg- can come
no b-tch will come
no n-gg- can come
(you know what it is)
between us (yeah…haaan)
no n-gg- can come (no, no)
no b-tch will come (oh, na, na)
no n-gg- can come between us (oh, na, na, na, na)

[verse 2: french montana]
you know that sound different through the speakers (oww)
talkin’ ’bout the wave, the game need us (haaan)
talkin’ sauce, got it by the liter (liter)
move yay from the checks like adidas
sneaker box, no sneakers
gotta find new place, blue face
montega young legend, pepe (pepe)
held the wave down for a decade
slip, never, big stepper
tap dance on the work
young willie pepper (pepper)
lock the game down did it all alone
they ain’t know it was the quiet before the storm
welcome home biggavel
big m’s in the mail, g5 from the jail
to the penthouse suite
montana, biggarachi (haaan)
mill cash out the bank jail i be

[chorus: max b]
just keep a little faith (it’s all you need, baby)
the b-tches i never trust
yeah, yeah
i’ll put a bullet in your face
i’ll f-ck a n-gg- up
yeah, yeah

[verse 2: max b]
think its a joke, n-gg-s is overdosin’ on dope
d-mn, n-gg- on parole
i can’t smoke, can’t cope
every time i look up, i’m in trouble with the law
need a new suit
dave got a 22, snuck it in the school
number one rule, baby look
d-mn it, another sandy hook
family full of crooks
uncle greg, me, momma did a bullet and 6 months
got herself clean got into willing time flies
bigga don’t need 5 tries
girl i’ll get you pregnant with one f-ck
pretty brown eyes, brown thighs
pick it between, she give me a lick
when i be like a fiend, she gets me a hit
she be like a baby, i’ll give her the milkshake
two grand, underwear silk
you can take off your tee ’cause under there built
ran the streets all my life, i could’ve been k!lled

[chorus: max b]
i just kept a little faith (it’s all you need)
the b-tches i never trust (i don’t trust these hoes)
yeah, yeah
i’ll put a bullet in your face
i’ll f-ck a n-gg- up
yeah, yeah

[outro: max b]
that’s how that go down
naw mean that’s how you do that
boss don sh-t, baby
so in tune with the music
having fun
a little extra now, close it out in style
a little bonus lets go

[encore: max b]
stand up
you can’t hate
stand up
(what we drinking, baby?)
bottles of grand cru

- max b

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