letra de hold hand - pradabagshawty
{part i}
[intro: pradabagshawty, eev7n , & yungzayy]
eev7n
let it run-
i ju-
hol’ up
i just sm-
[?]
hol’ up
yeah, yeah, yeaaa yeah
yeaaa, yeaaa
[chorus]
i just smacked her
in the rolls royce truck, i closed the curtains
i just smacked her
and, i’m wit’ the young brew, pull up trippin’, know we act up
spinnin’ block inside a ufo, hang out the window
she like, “what’s yo’ pockets like?”
ho, yeah, i’m havin’ bankroll
i still post at the pump 4
that bp, yeah, the same store
walk down, he put his hands up
up fye, that boy ‘stop, drop, roll’
i can’t remember nun’ on the xan
yeah
black truck, this mo’f-cker titanic
ho, don’t panic
[verse]
i walk through the trenches wit’ draciesha and we hold hands, whoa
h-ll nah, i can’t go for nun’
skrams don’t do no playin’
bit’, this ain’t no switch, this a g-flex, jump out my hands
and, my thigh pack bussin’
i can’t even pull up my pants
{part ii}
[tag: pradabagshawty, eev7n, & yungzayy]
we’re in eev7n’s world
gang
let it r-
gang
let it run, zay
let it run, let it run
[chorus]
high as f-ck, feel like an astronaut, i’m in my droptop
and i’m havin’ sh-t
the back the glock, this make his heart stop
g-flex trigger jump right out my hand, this bit’ play hopscotch
i’on got no problems wit’ the ho, i cut the b-tch off
and, my pockets right as f-ck
‘5’ gon’ pull up trippin’ every time them young brew one-to-one
young brew spin that block the same night we dropped a honey bun
off-white sweater in the middle of the summertime
i got that sh-t on my body, that sh-t on my body
you know it’s gon’ cost you some
[verse]
i’m havin’ blacked-out diamonds, not regular diamonds, these mo’f-cker vs1
i just might end up dyin’, been gettin’ too heavy, these mo’f-cker chokin’ sumn’
we hit his block in a mo’f-ckin’ ufo, we send that boy right to the sun
thigh pack overly bussin’, i’m havin’ chose, b-tch, i’m the real one
h-ll yeah, jumped off the porch
young n-gga chose, young n-gga chosen one
392 in the hood, you hear that horse’
young n-gga, pick up your wh0re
i chopped the top off the stick
you hear that “brr”, pull that b-tch out like a sword
[chorus]
high as f-ck, feel like an astronaut, i’m in my droptop
and i’m havin’ sh-t
the back the glock, this make his heart stop
g-flex trigger jump right out my hand, this bit’ play hopscotch
i’on got no problems wit’ the ho, i cut the b-tch off
and, my pockets right as f-ck
‘5’ gon’ pull up trippin’ every time them young brew one-to-one
young brew spin that block the same night we dropped a honey bun
off-white sweater in the middle of the summertime
i got that sh-t on my body, that sh-t on my body
you know it’s gon’ cost you some
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