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letra de hol' up - tragic city baby, queen fi, sixela aviles

[intro: tragic city baby]
tragic city baby !

[chorus: tragic city baby]
hol’ up !
she just wanna smoke my dope
she want the young n-gga to roll up
gotta come to get get these bands
get these racks and get my dough up
all these hating n-ggas mad
they ’ont even really know us
tell ’em [?] n-ggas to hol’ up
i said hol’ up !
she just wanna smoke my gas
she want a young n-gga to roll up
all these hating n-ggas mad
they ‘ont even really know us
gotta go and get my dough up
tell ’em f-ck n-ggas to hol’ up
aye n-gga you know us

[verse 1: queen fi]
n-gga i ain’t sh-t have you ever f-cked a f-ck girl
you just another f-ck boy in a man’s world
wanna get up in the oyster gotta buy me pearls
gotta have appreciation for the tight curls
do not mistake my kindness for weakness
i will come collect no matter what day of the week it is
eat this kitty don’t be katty you ‘on’t wanna piece of this
tryna lock me down just make sure you ‘on’t lose the key to this
tell me what’s the dealio
tell me what you really know
i’ma find out either way tho honey
fi she got the overflow
ready set i gotta go
murderin’ again like who k!lled kenny
smokin’ on a cone i’m on the freeway
gettin’ to the bread i’m in my pjs (pjs)
n-gga this the fi way, n-gga ain’t no leeway
played that n-gga once and then i replay (replay)

[chorus: tragic city baby]
hol’ up !
she just wanna smoke my dope
she want the young n-gga to roll up
gotta come to get get these bands
get these racks and get my dough up
all these hating n-ggas mad
they ‘ont even really know us
tell ’em [?] n-ggas to hol’ up
i said hol’ up !
she just wanna smoke my gas
she want a young n-gga to roll up
all these hating n-ggas mad
they ‘ont even really know us
gotta go and get my dough up
tell ’em f-ck n-ggas to hol’ up
aye n-gga you know us

[verse 2: sixela]
i am going off like a rocket
i got this sh-t in my pocket
don’t never try step onto me
i punch you right on your socket
you never know when is your time
so you gotta keep [?]
and shorty know i am next
so she [?] keep me a trending topic
but hol’ up !
you got a man with a plan
and the diamond ring upon your hand
girl i see you frozen
and this n-gga think i’ll never make it
but this life is in my palm
and i am the chosen one !
i been patient
i’m everyone else
i’m really like waiting
i’m controlling all these problems that i’m steady facing
and i’ll stay away from anyone who delegating
’bout, who this and who that
worry about yourself n-gga
i do this and blew bag
anybody talking sh-t can sit back and relax
i got it sewed up
put it in together for the [?]
close up, like

[chorus: tragic city baby]
hol’ up !
she just wanna smoke my dope
she want the young n-gga to roll up
gotta come to get get these bands
get these racks and get my dough up
all these hating n-ggas mad
they ‘ont even really know us
tell ’em [?] n-ggas to hol’ up
i said hol’ up !
she just wanna smoke my gas
she want a young n-gga to roll up
all these hating n-ggas mad
they ‘ont even really know us
gotta go and get my dough up
tell ’em f-ck n-ggas to hol’ up
aye n-gga you know us
(aye n-gga you know us)

- tragic city baby queen fi sixela aviles

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