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trae - hold up lyrics

ft. young jeezy, t.i., diddy

king motherf-cker
ay yo, some of y’all b-tches be motherf-cking speeding and talking out of turn
you need to slow the f-ck down and hold up, man
ay yo, trae the truth, get at these n-gg-s, come on
i am king, you know what it is
b-tch came up to me, she said, ‘who you is?’
you know what i had to tell her
i said, ‘i’m diddy, b-tch!’

i’m feeling like i’m fly as f-ck, no planes
yelling where them haters at, ain’t nothing changed
still talking white bricks, cocaine
in the club with a hundred racks, i’m just saying
yeah, b-tch, i’m like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
yeah, wait a minute, b-tch
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
yeah, i’m just saying

i’m just saying hold up
california ‘rari b-tch, top just fold up
n-gg- with an att-tude, michael kors polo
top will get to popping, make ’em freeze up like a photo
nightmares ’bout the feds, smelling like hermes
black with a check, now you cortez
the exorcist n-gg-, when i roll it turn heads
put some ninas to they froze like staring at medusa hair
you see me in these streets on these beats
with them hoes of the kitchen
a p-ssy n-gg- think different, p-ssy n-gg- tripping
it’s j-zzle from the bottom, die a legend out this b-tch
i get to whipping up that four, and get a second out that b-tch

king of the streets, twin drops i’m storing
b-tch, i ball for the city, just like my last name horton
so much green inside the trunk, it should’ve stayed in the garden
all i do is pay the price, i never ask what they charging
i pull up on your b-tch and repossess her like you owe that
put her in a flick and display her like she was kodak
king motherf-cker, i’m cl-ssic like i was throwback
this ain’t what you want, p-ssy n-gg-, you better know that
too deep in this ‘rari, something blowing like bob marley
hit my youngin’ with a chopper, tell him ride like harley
i do this for my n-gg-s in the city of the slow sh-t
well they pulled up, and they bang something
them laws come, we don’t know sh-t
street n-gg- problems, we don’t never duck ’em
i’m an -sshole, trae forever young and f-ck ’em
nuts hanging to the point it ain’t nowhere to stuff ’em
i let my chain play, n-gg-, i don’t ever tuck ’em

jays in the yard, ki’s in the kitchen
aks in the closet, a quarter million in the ceiling
all they yay i been streaming wonder how they never caught me
all i gotta say is pay your taxes, pay your lawyer fee
people running at a n-gg-, know the n-gg- i got
yeah, that’s above the law, call it what you call it
don’t take no sh-t ’cause i ain’t no toilet
see me shorty, you see me go
i pulled up, hopped out, sharp as sh-t
rolls royce so big, can’t park the sh-t
you ain’t ’bout that life, quit starting sh-t
’cause we ain’t gonna wanna hear that ole siren sh-t

ay yo, abn
trae the truth
kings, baby
i got stadium place, b-tches
and i ain’t just talking to women, neither

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