Don’t Hold Your Applause lyrics

by

Jeremih


[Intro]
Don't hold your applause from me

[Verse 1]
Inspired by women, n*ggas say that I treat em different
n*ggas be b*tches, hoes be b*tches, I don't see no difference

Shawty my aim is different, DC my English iffy
Solo I be but I'm on my feet, I got these angels with me
Tired of making money, I'm on to making history
f*ck how they feel, I keeps it realer than a doc*mentary
sh*t I be feeling like real n*ggas don't make it to 50
And I be feeling Malcolm, Martin, and Pac would defend me

I focus on chicken, my Corazon frigid
Don't trust no cheap rubbers, don't trust no dirty b*tches
Sipping Moscato with models having exotic dishes

But it don't mean sh*t unless I know that my genre respected
I deserve praise, I deserve applause
Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call
It's all work, no days off
I'm on a great run, Wale Folarin

[Chorus]
Make sure that they always talk of me
Make sure these b*tches in awe for me
Make sure to give them my all
And now they know that we on
Don't ever hold your applause for me
Don't ever hold your applause for me
Don't ever hold your applause for me
Don't ever hold your applause for me
And ay ay ay...
Don't ever hold your applause for me
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