Hold On lyrics

Hold on put your hair into bun
Ima take your somewhere
But you can't tell no one
Tell no one
Please don't tell no one
Ima take your somewhere
But please don't tell no one

Took her to the trap
And we tried sum fun
Once it hit 12 o'clock
I ain't know what's goin on
And she ain't know what's going on
But she was down up in that thong
And she know she doing wrong
And she know she doing wrong
Cus she know she got a n*gga
But she love to bump my songs
And she love to smoke my strong
And she love to smoke my strong
Before she pulled it out
I told that lil bit hold on
I told that lil bit hold

Hold on
Let me put my gold
Hold on lemme put my gold on
My di*k ain't no tour bus but she gon take a tour on
Got my Derick Rose on hit him with that one piece
My b*tch look like nami
Cookin up like Sanji
And she just gave me sloppy I told her never mind me
I know that she a white girl but swear she call me Papi
Speaker don't say boze on it
Hold up left the car on
Bricks gon start the car alarm
Ice all on my forearm
Pistol on my waist so you
Ain't gon cause me no harm
Gold all on my face
Yeah my teeth look like a lucky charm
Hold up lemme put my gold up
I got all these dancers that Tryina take they close off
Wrist it look like prancer
3 hoes like I'm Santa
Xanax in my Fanta
A thousand on my Tv ya yah
I don't know these b*tches why they wanna see me
Yah yeah

Hold on put your hair into bun
Ima take your somewhere
But you can't tell no one (You can't tell no one)
b*tch don't tell no one (b*tch Don't tell no one)
Please don't Tell no one (b*tch Don't tell no one)
Ima take your somewhere (b*tch Don't tell no one)
But you can't tell no one (YAH b*tch Don't tell no one)

Took her to the trap (b*tch Don't tell no one)
And we tried sum fun (b*tch Don't Yah)
Once it hit 12 o'clock
I ain't know what's goin on
She ain't know what's going on
But she was down up in that thong
But she know she doing wrong
Cus she knew she got a n*gga
But she love to bump my songs
And she love to smoke the strong
But she love to bump my songs
PUT 5 GRAMS IN THAT MUf*ckIN BLUNT
ROLL IT UP SMOKE IT UP
YO b*tch IN THE CUT
All My n*ggas really with the sh*t the f*ck is up

{outro}
That b*tch really knew she was cheating on her n*gga too
She straight up just walked in like
"Im with it"
Thats right , Thats right , thats right , thats real
Its Joey
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