Machine Gun Kelly - Hold On (Shut Up) (Traduction Française) lyrics

[Couplet 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
I don't gang bang, ho, I just gang bang these hoes
And I keep like eight J's rolled then I face 'em after my shows
And I got your main thing bro
On my dang-a-lang where she swang and hang like an orangoutang
But you don't really wanna follow me 'cuz every one of my boys bang-a-rang
Cocaine, cocaine, my skin white like cocaine
Marked up like them old trains but I keep it hood with this low main
Propane, propane, spark that sh*t like propane
On the Eastside is my domain and I kick more sh*t than Liu Kang
Hold on, shut up, who remembers my come up?
Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach?
Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?
'Cuz I don't remember them b*tches but them hoes remember me
Holla back, two phones, I don't call sh*t
Wild boy 'cuz I start sh*t, rager 'cuz I mosh pit
And this "a" stands for "anarchist"
My heart is Antarctic, burn one and get car sick
Floating like a carpet b*tch I'm higher than the starship
Tatted up so I can't work, you would think I got paid first
Beat that pus*y out the frame, you would think that b*tch gave birth
All these sins, you would think that I hate church
Said "Thou shalt not steal", but f*ck that, I'll take her

[Refrain: Machine Gun Kelly]
Hold on, shut up, who remembers my come up?
Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach?
Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?
'Cuz I don't remember them b*tches but them hoes remember me
Now hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up
Hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up
Yeah, who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?
'Cuz I don't remember them b*tches but them hoes remember me
[Couplet 2: Young Jeezy]
I don't remember these hoes, I don't remember these n*ggas
f*ck n*ggas, b*tches too, all I see is these figures
I got Versace on, Versace lights, I ain't seeing these n*ggas
Chances here, chances are three on three with these n*ggas
Look all bark, no bite, all rap, no white
You are her friends you are my friends and we can be friends well alright
Machine Gun, we got one, machine gun I got one
See me, I'm a real n*gga, he probably mad at me 'cuz he's not one
Straight chopper music, no bite, 18 door n*gga snow white
You can bet a n*gga if I said it n*gga ten out of ten is no right
Tell me what's not to love, why hate?
I want a real answer n*gga, I'll wait
Check my 'Rari like I'm in a roader derby put my shoes on and I skate
He don't like me n*gga don't me n*gga inside to me that's hate
Say he wanna rap about it wanna talk don't live it n*gga that's fake
Say it's coming back and it's locking up sounds like to me that's flake
Say you don't rock with me don't f*ck with me that's great
Hold up !

[Refrain]



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