bbm deion – holds hands lyrics
[intro]
[?] go crazy
[?]
[chorus]
you f+ck n+ggas hold hands, but i just lay back while im countin’ these old bands
lil bro like the romance, give the f+ck bout a hoe pass her down to my old manz
water drippin’ like fiji, tryina stop the new sh+t?
why you doin’ that old dance?
think the industry need me, i be doin’ my sh+t so im really like “go
d+mn!”
like im diggin’ fo guns, gotta big pot
rarely signin’ that b+tch like a big glock
diamonds, water, i call this b+tch big rocks
gotta safe with more money this big locked
two n+ggas on my set, too many hoes ridin’ round with that check
f+ck n+ggas lame, that get me upset
b+tch i was laughin’, im ridin’ that jet
[verse 1]
hold on, ugly ass hoes talk sh+t
that b+tch juss wanna get my check
that b+tch juss wanna get my bread
i ain’t givin’ sh+t wit her ugly ass hеad
b+tch i’m live, you lame n+ggas dead
i don’t need sh+t but my b+tch nd’ my friеnds
young n+gga switched on, really go fast
f+ck n+gga, ion need none of yo legs
b+tch we just slide in the regal then bow bow
lil bro f+ck up uh hoe, kick her out out
i be live when i be doin’ my dance
interrupting your ass goin’ down down
we gon’ spin on yo block wit that fendi+taker
ion f+ck with these n+ggas, cuz they some haters
i be rockin’ that purple like l.a lakers
throw that lil n+gga up like a stunt in vegas
ion really f+ck wit these n+ggas they get that
n+gga tryina score [?] so i hit that
n+gga try giva young n+gga hit back, if he throw up a pack i assist that
hate n+ggas tryda talk down, they ain’t get none
f+ck n+gga try, wanna alot, might get some
n+ggas pockets are iffy, they so numb
put the metal down n+ggas don’t tote guns
[chorus]
you f+ck n+ggas hold hands, but i just lay back while im countin’ these old bands
lil bro like the romance, give the f+ck bout a hoe pass her down to my old manz
water drippin’ like fiji, tryina stop the new sh+t?
why you doin’ that old dance?
think the industry need me, i be doin’ my sh+t so im really like “go
d+mn!”
like im diggin’ fo guns, gotta big pot
rarely signin’ that b+tch like a big glock
diamonds, water, i call this b+tch big rocks
gotta safe with more money this big locked
two n+ggas on my set, too many hoes ridin’ round with that check
f+ck n+ggas lame, that get me upset
b+tch i was laughin’, im ridin’ that jet
[outro]
gang
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