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tana - holdin bck lyrics

[intro: tana]
all of this sh+t that i’m feelin’
all of this sh+t that i’m feelin’

[verse 1: tana]
all of this sh+t i’m feelin’
all of this sh+t i’m feelin’, why would i hold it back?
bad ass b+tch tryna grab on my sack
n+gga run up+ he get slapped
i knock a n+gga+ right off the map
this b+tch in love, i double+tap
i’m with my beehive, b+tch, my slatt
young n+gga, i’m on that new sh+t
i’m with my bloods kickin’ sh+t on my bool sh+t
n+gga run up then he eatin’ a full clip
these n+gga fake as a f+ck and i knew it
she give me the p+ssy but i won’t abuse it
put all that pain sh+t into the music
n+gga say he want smoke, let’s do it
walk in the trap spot and i get to it

[verse 2: tana]
b+tch said she was pregnant, h+ll no it ain’t mine
you wanna qp? hit me on facetime
you can f+ck any b+tch, but you can’t bang mine
she wanna chat, b+tch, it ain’t time
b+tch, i’m a rastafarian, got hang time
i heard y’all n+ggas was lame through the grapevine
i heard y’all n+ggas was wack
i took your sh+t, you not gettin’ it back
stick in my jeans, i’m ain’t scared to attack
put all this real life sh+t into rap
and this not no migo lee
walk up, b+tch thought i was migo lee
and i’m totin’ rifle, that big ol’ thing
try and ride this wave and yo’ ass gon’ sink
[verse 3: tana]
p+ssy, boy you a rookie
b+tch eat d+ck up, just like a cookie
he say he tapped in, you want a cookie?
my brother locked up, no you can’t book me
he got that chain on, it’s gon get tooken
b+tch get smacked up, if her ass looking
n+gga get packed up, leave his ass shooken

[bridge: tana]
b+tch wan’ make a movie
i got a bad b+tch, she off the tusi
i hit my dance, lil’ b+tch, like i’m toosii
i got a bad b+tch with a big booty
got h+lla hoes and they thought i was fruity
i got them long locs, b+tch, like i’m nudy
i got the sack and i’m gettin’ straight to it
bro got the pack in, told him let’s do it

[verse 4: che]
n+gga try to run from the drac’, he can’t from the [?]
brodie out servin’ the eighth while i’m blitzin’ [?]
just spent like $500, b+tch, on these margiela kicks
lil’ b+tch she talkin’ bout her day but i’m tryna get [?]
everyday we put on bape, man that sh+t is expensive
n+gga try to talk on the gang then his ass gettin’ spint
i put like+, $5+$500 on this lil’ pendant
[?] f+f+ck the rap, i’m independent
my sh+t gon’+ drop a lil’ neck in her panties
these n+ggas+ snitch on they dawg for a penny
shoutout my+ ma, i ain’t talkin’ bout remy
sippin’ on+ d’ussé, i start to feel heavy
what would you+, what would you do if i left you
shooter gon+ shoot at the opp like 11
i puttin’ on+ true religion for your bestie
[?] like+ shoot baby with a new desi
[outro: che]
h+ll yeah, f+ck you talkin ’bout, n+gga (lemme hear that)
+keep going, n+gga ran up and you know bullets keep going
n+gga talk down, we gon+ keep snowin’
yeah i got drip and some more sh+t, aight (let me come hear that sh+t b+tch)

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