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pradabagshawty - hold hand lyrics

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{part i}

[intro: pradabagshawty, eev7n , & yungzayy]
eev7n
let it run+
i ju+
hol’ up
i just sm+
[?]
hol’ up
yeah, yeah, yeaaa yeah
yeaaa, yeaaa

[chorus]
i just smacked her
in the rolls royce truck, i closed the curtains
i just smacked her
and, i’m wit’ the young brew, pull up trippin’, know we act up
spinnin’ block inside a ufo, hang out the window
she like, “what’s yo’ pockets like?”
ho, yeah, i’m havin’ bankroll
i still post at the pump 4
that bp, yeah, the same store
walk down, he put his hands up
up fye, that boy ‘stop, drop, roll’
i can’t remember nun’ on the xan
yeah
black truck, this mo’f+cker titanic
ho, don’t panic
[verse]
i walk through the trenches wit’ draciesha and we hold hands, whoa
h+ll nah, i can’t go for nun’
skrams don’t do no playin’
bit’, this ain’t no switch, this a g+flex, jump out my hands
and, my thigh pack bussin’
i can’t even pull up my pants

{part ii}

[tag: pradabagshawty, eev7n, & yungzayy]
we’re in eev7n’s world
gang
let it r+
gang
let it run, zay
let it run, let it run

[chorus]
high as f+ck, feel like an astronaut, i’m in my droptop
and i’m havin’ sh+t
the back the glock, this make his heart stop
g+flex trigger jump right out my hand, this bit’ play hopscotch
i’on got no problems wit’ the ho, i cut the b+tch off
and, my pockets right as f+ck
‘5’ gon’ pull up trippin’ every time them young brew one+to+one
young brew spin that block the same night we dropped a honey bun
off+white sweater in the middle of the summertime
i got that sh+t on my body, that sh+t on my body
you know it’s gon’ cost you some
[verse]
i’m havin’ blacked+out diamonds, not regular diamonds, these mo’f+cker vs1
i just might end up dyin’, been gettin’ too heavy, these mo’f+cker chokin’ sumn’
we hit his block in a mo’f+ckin’ ufo, we send that boy right to the sun
thigh pack overly bussin’, i’m havin’ chose, b+tch, i’m the real one
h+ll yeah, jumped off the porch
young n+gga chose, young n+gga chosen one
392 in the hood, you hear that horse’
young n+gga, pick up your wh0re
i chopped the top off the stick
you hear that “brr”, pull that b+tch out like a sword

[chorus]
high as f+ck, feel like an astronaut, i’m in my droptop
and i’m havin’ sh+t
the back the glock, this make his heart stop
g+flex trigger jump right out my hand, this bit’ play hopscotch
i’on got no problems wit’ the ho, i cut the b+tch off
and, my pockets right as f+ck
‘5’ gon’ pull up trippin’ every time them young brew one+to+one
young brew spin that block the same night we dropped a honey bun
off+white sweater in the middle of the summertime
i got that sh+t on my body, that sh+t on my body
you know it’s gon’ cost you some



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