Hold Up b*tch lyrics

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Hold up b*tch
Hold up b*tch
Hold up b*tch
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Hold up b*tch (hold up hoe)
Hold up b*tch (hold up hoe)
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Hold up b*tch (hold up hoe)
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Hold up b*tch

[Verse 1]
Don't run up on me with that touchy feely I don't play that sh*t
If you the DJ and I give you a record to play you gotta play that sh*t
Got something to say about Rodo
Don't bite your tongue let n*gga stay that sh*t
You smile at my face but you talk about me like a dog
n*gga really hate that sh*t
Haters looking for me they been asking 'round
They want the palm back it to roll my casket down
I used to really put real money on my head
But I got a credit card I really do it with the plastic now
I'm the king of Houston Texas been had the crown
Tell the mother fellows they can sit their asses down
I know they fake but they ain't gotta stay fake
They can learn to be real I'm teaching classes now
Call me professor Ro I'm a real go get in
No matter what I'm doing ima go get the dope
So far from the hood she gon have to find a ride
I'm not a Über b*tch I won't go get a hoe
Hoe hope a Girl Scout cooking right in front of my face
Ain't even go smoke with my bro
f*ck, f*ck that n*gga he don't even know I know
He was butt naked trying to do coke with my hoe
[Chorus]
Hold up b*tch
Hold up b*tch
Hold up b*tch
Hold up b*tch
Hold up b*tch
Hold up b*tch
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Hold up b*tch
Hold up b*tch (hold up hoe)
Hold up b*tch (hold up hoe)
Hold up b*tch (hold up hoe)
Hold up b*tch (hold up hoe)
Hold up b*tch (hold up hoe)
Hold up b*tch (hold up hoe)
Hold up b*tch (hold up hoe)
Hold up b*tch (hold up hoe)
Hold up b*tch

[Verse 2]
My money right to much money left
Bad b*tch tryna figure out why she ain't got a call from me yet
20 thousand dollars worth of alcohol Kush that's how crazy my money get
Got 20 n*gga b*tches in the boo hot then
Like it f*ck it my phone and my money went
Represent most cities till I can't no more
Ima keep drinking till there ain't no more
All I do is make deposit after deposit
My haters ain't going to the bank no more
I don't wanna be in a holy tank no more
How I did that sh*t I can't take no more
Look if I'm in prison with you that would mean that I can't get no pus*y
I put my money in safe no more
I know these haters wanna see me fall but I ain't let the haters see that
If they hit me so bad then why every time I turn around
They wanna be what I be at
I be haunted by the ill direction I give a hater every reason to be mad
Even my ex b*tch wanna be my next b*tch
b*tch please you will never get me back
[Chorus]
Hold up b*tch
Hold up b*tch
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Hold up b*tch
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Hold up b*tch
Hold up b*tch
Hold up b*tch
Hold up b*tch (hold up hoe)
Hold up b*tch (hold up hoe)
Hold up b*tch (hold up hoe)
Hold up b*tch (hold up hoe)
Hold up b*tch (hold up hoe)
Hold up b*tch (hold up hoe)
Hold up b*tch (hold up hoe)
Hold up b*tch (hold up hoe)
Hold up b*tch