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conductor williams - hold you lyrics

[intro: wiz khalifa]
uh+huh
yeah (hmm+mmm)
conductor
yeah, hahaha

[chorus: benny the butcher & wiz khalifa]
uh, y’all just survivors, not the same, the gang winnin’
and how we gon’ be friends if we don’t share the same feelings?
one time for the paper, but the haters can’t with it
rollin’ skinnies out the p and smoke ’em ’til i can’t feel it
my b+tch h+lla bad, we don’t date the same women
i’m in the penthouse, we ain’t in the same building
feel like a millionaire, on my way to a billion
don’t even hit my phone, i’m in the hot tub’ chillin’ (yo, uh)

[verse 1: benny the butcher]
it’s not a coincidence, i еnded up in this kind of predicament
my grindin’ was infinitе, the timin’ magnificent
i go back to the hood, with this sh+t on, shinin’ ridiculous
you don’t make this kind of dough wastin’ time around idiots
tuck y’all n+ggas in, got to treat y’all like house guests
these industry n+ggas ain’t figure me out yet
i like her, but she won’t make it to no purse and bag
’cause first i smash, then i’m cuttin’ hoes off on the first red flag
i’m stuffin’ cones back to back, ’cause they don’t burn long
i hit it twice to pass it back when it burn strong
i knew i deserved more weight back when i served raw
on elm with the north, i locked down the first to the third floor
we in vegas, she runnin’ my water for me
we close enough, she can look at the menu and order for me (conductor)
how y’all n+ggas broke when it ain’t no short on money?
ain’t no real n+ggas left, but it ain’t no short on dummies
[chorus: benny the butcher & wiz khalifa]
uh, y’all just survivors, not the same, the gang winnin’
and how we gon’ be friends if we don’t share the same feelings?
one time for the paper, but the haters can’t with it
rollin’ skinnies out the p and smoke ’em ’til i can’t feel it
my b+tch h+lla bad, we don’t date the same women
i’m in the penthouse, we ain’t in the same building
feel like a millionaire, on my way to a billion
don’t even hit my phone, i’m in the hot tub’ chillin’

[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
sh+t, i’m on top of my game, f+ck all the fortune and fame
my reputation knows stains, they barely speak on my gang
keep the baddest b+tch around and the bombest of strains
i can get it any time i want, so i don’t complain
passin’ out casamigos shots when i’m on the plane
startin’ to see them billionaires and think we kind of the same
i got love for young n+ggas, ’cause they honor my name
got n+ggas who ride for me, ’cause i bought ’em a chain
life’s been kind of great, the way that i see it
set my goals long+term and each day i complete it
never see me down bad, never say i’m defeated
give these young n+ggas game, never keep it a secret
i can make you believe it
rollin’ up khalifa kush, stay gettin’ weeded
with my n+gga benny, he don’t pay for the feature
you ain’t in the game, n+gga, stay in the bleachers
[chorus: benny the butcher & wiz khalifa]
uh, y’all just survivors, not the same, the gang winnin’
and how we gon’ be friends if we don’t share the same feelings?
one time for the paper, but the haters can’t with it
rollin’ skinnies out the p and smoke ’em ’til i can’t feel it
my b+tch h+lla bad, we don’t date the same women
i’m in the penthouse, we ain’t in the same building
feel like a millionaire, on my way to a billion
don’t even hit my phone, i’m in the hot tub’ chillin’

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