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9lokknine - hold up lyrics

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[intro]
m-m-m-murda

[chorus]
hold up, they like jit slow your roll up
firing up another blunt i think i need to pour
do you feel my pain
you just know that i ain’t [?]
doing mary jane tryna duck off for informants
he out his head
well that jit ain’t even humble
i done heard it all don’t believe it on my momma
got tired of jail
stay silent [?]
[?]

[verse 1]
i bagged shorty
compact this a black audi
taurus nino red beam in the f-cking 30
these n-ggas playing with they lives crackers giving jerseys
and when it rain it get muddy like a f-cking derby
this a remake on the beat you can’t report it stolen
i switched the [?] you would think i own it
i got that cannon in my gutter boy you know it’s on me
i’m boutta do a show and murder with my f-cking homies
these n-ggas changing bout that money tryna f-cking clone me
30 tryna clear the scene but i can’t tell them nothing
cause all they know is cheese when that [?] coming
now they asking where the tee ’cause i ain’t tryna punt it

[chorus]
hold up, they like jit slow your roll up
firing up another blunt i think i need to pour
do you feel my pain
you just know that i ain’t [?]
doing mary jane tryna duck off for informants
he out his head
well that jit ain’t even humble
i done heard it all don’t believe it on my momma
got tired of jail
stay silent [?]
[?]

[verse 2]
he black and white, no referee, but i knew it was coming
now this case involving me, if i win it, if i flunk it
watch a n-gga think he cujo, huh, he turned into a junkie
i be rocking riding drugs but i won’t be a walking zombie
i ain’t talking [?] you catch a slug on me another body
where i’m from it’s color purple, boy that sh-t kind of violet
[?]
swinging houses, flipping couches, sh-t that ain’t easy silence him
mathematics tryna multiply my f-cking profit
scheming for them racks and hitting sacks me and my partner
ay uh, oh you got it now you popping
ay don’t tell a soul jit don’t even tweet about it

[chorus]
hold up, they like jit slow your roll up
firing up another blunt i think i need to pour
do you feel my pain
you just know that i ain’t [?]
doing mary jane tryna duck off for informants
he out his head
well that jit ain’t even humble
i done heard it all don’t believe it on my momma
got tired of jail
stay silent [?]
[?]



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