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letra de no holding bacc - melvoni

[intro]
(aye nick, you goin’ crazy)

[verse 1]
these n-ggas hatin’, and my n-ggas fake
and i see it all in my peripheral (i see it)
i see that boy at the light i’ma up it, cause f-ck it
i’m tryna get rid of you (bop-bop-bop-bop)
i had this b-tch to the racks, she won’t put up a fight
cause she know who to listen to
i am done riskin’ my life, tryna do this sh-t right
they should know, i don’t follow rules (oh, yeah)

[chorus]
who the f-ck on my line, i don’t got the time
i’m in the studio i’m countin’ up
and i still pour your cup (uh)
these n-ggas don’t want no war (uh)
i just slide in a bently, no mask
no pandemic you won’t make it far (gang, gang, gang)
i’m still a die-hard, yeah (gang, gang, gang)
i done left, and i came back, just to add more to the score
when i share, this is payback for all of the closed doors
out of breath, i keep chasin’ that bag till i’m sore
chasin’ till i’m sore
ain’t no holdin’ back
i’ma fall
ain’t no goin’ back
up my pole then start fallin’ back
b-tch i’m with it, n-gga all of that
[verse 2]
and i got that big 4-5 sittin’ on my lap
i got myself, you ain’t holdin’ my strap (bop-bop-bop)
these n-ggas p-ssy, and these n-ggas cap (woah)
i’m number one, in the cat in the hat (wow)
remember big rocks
when i was chillin’ in the back of the back (back of the back)
i told ’em kick rocks (i did)
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout whoever got mad
and they don’t support me
but they will be there, to say they around
they try to report me
and call the police when the a’s come around
she said she adore me
but, i can trust, no b-tch n-ggas (no b-tch)
they fake, they switch (they switch)
i done seen it all, don’t play and get kilt
rari why you shop at me, like a b-tch
you got a problem? just hit me up (just hit me up)
hit the plug for the p’s, i’ma stick him up (bop)
and they roll up the legs, we get lit as f-ck (high-high-high)
any n-gga need money, then get to us
she ain’t dumb she can tell that i’m rich as f-ck
tell him come, i can get him what he lookin’ for
tryna {?} my block we gon flip the {?} (grra)
[chorus]
who the f-ck on my line, i don’t got the time
i’m in the studio i’m countin’ up
and i still pour your cup (uh)
these n-ggas don’t want no war (uh)
i just slide in a bently, no mask
no pandemic you won’t make it far (gang, gang, gang)
i’m still a die-hard, yeah (gang, gang, gang)
i done left, and i came back, just to add more to the score
when i share, this is payback for all of the closed doors
out of breath, i keep chasin’ that bag till i’m sore
chasin’ till i’m sore
ain’t no holdin’ back
i’ma fall
ain’t no goin’ back
up my pole then start fallin’ back
b-tch i’m with it, n-gga all of that

- melvoni

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