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letra de hold up (feat. dreamless, yung ice & tino the rapper) - tristin edwards

[verse 1: dreamless]
my girl swifty, call her taylor
yeah, she always wet and fishy, like a sailor
new garments, yeah you know they always tailored
always ballin’, like that dude be out of baylor
i don’t give a f-ckin’ test, i always fail her
but she always snap me back, alligator
i keep it litty like some fire, like some fuego
why she gotta be complicated like some legos
asked that b-tch for waffles, yeah she made me egos
i tell your b-tch to dip, hasta luego

[hook: tristin edwards]
hold up, let me roll one
i’m way too sober right now, i need smoke some
i need to grow some
hold up, let me pull up
in foreign whips, my foreign b-tch is so-so
her p-ssy so-so
her p-ssy hairy, call it oso
still ate her out like ocho
bust on her face, got babies in her ojos
smack that -ss ’til it turns rojo
also, i don’t call so
don’t hit my line ’cause i’ma block hoes
yeah, i’ma block hoes

[verse 2: yung ice]
always f-ck that b-tch with them socks on
grab them goldie locks, turn the air on
dirty hoes f-ckin’ with my mojo, goin’ loco
smokin’ weed ’til my ojos rojos, to nosotros
then i f-ck her auntie
gave her d-ck in the little monte
girlfriend always tryna f-ckin’ taunt me
f-cked that b-tch at retail
ask her if those panties are on resale
two weeks later, ask her for my post bail
i’m in jail, bread getting real stale
i just need some weed to inhale

[verse 3: tino the rapper]
i just be blockin’ them hoes
f-ckin’ her racks, then i’m sendin’ her home
oh my god, leave me alone
call me crazy, i ain’t lazy though
i’m the motherf-ckin’ man
got a motherf-ckin’ plan
you know what the f-ck i’m sayin’
you know i am not playin’
standin’ still, you gunna fall in quick sand little b-tch
gotta keep movin’ ain’t no time to stay stagnant
call me medusa ’cause i turn your rhymes to stone
call me ye and jay-z because i watch the throne
yeah i got these b-tches, yeah i’m chillin’
hold up, you boutta feel it

[verse 4: tristin edwards]
hold up, let me roll one
smoke a pound of sour diesel, pour some codeine in my soda
greenin’ out like yoda, gettin’ head like north dakota
cold like minnesota, call me yachty, i’m a boat, yeah
ice on my neck be so cold, yeah, i need a coat, yeah
feelin’ like i am the goat, yeah, puffin’ a cloud of the smoke, yeah
cloud of the smoke, i’m goin’ broke, yeah
and i hope that, that blows back at home, man, ’cause my plan’s to pop xans, and get high like toucans
toucan sam
hop in the wraith, i’m gettin’ paid
i’m poppin’ molly all day
i’m smokin’ weed every day
i’m hoppin’ out of the wraith

- tristin edwards

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