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trae tha truth - hold up lyrics

[intro: diddy]
king motherf-cker
ay yo, some of y’all b-tches be motherf-ckin’ 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, c’mon
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!”

[hook: trae tha truth]
i’m feelin’ like i’m fly as f-ck, no planes
yellin’ where them haters at? ain’t nothin’ changed
still talkin’ white bricks, cocaine
in the club with a hundred racks, i’m just sayin’
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 sayin’

[verse 1: jeezy]
i’m just sayin’ hold up
california ‘rari b-tch, top just fold up
n-gg- with an att-tude, michael kors polo
top’ll get to poppin’, make ‘em freeze up like a photo
nightmares ’bout the feds, smellin’ like hermes
black with a check, now you cortez
the exorcist n-gg-, when i roll it turn heads
put some ninas ‘to they ‘fros/froze like starin’ 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- trippin’
it’s j-zzle from the bottom, die a legend out this b-tch
i get to whippin’ up that fo’, and get a second out that b-tch

[verse 2: trae]
king of the streets, twin drops i’m storin’
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 chargin’
i pull up on your b-tch and repossess her like you owe that
put her in a flick and 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 blowin’ 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 ‘n f-ck ‘em
nuts hangin’ to the point it ain’t nowhere to stuff ‘em
i let my chain play n-gg-, i don’t ever tuck ‘em

[verse 3: t.i.]
jays in the yard, ki’s in the kitchen
aks in the closet, a quarter million in the ceiling
…wonder how they never caught me
all i gotta say is pay your taxes, pay your lawyer fee
people runnin’ 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 shawty, you see me…
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 startin’ sh-t
cause we ain’t gon’ wanna hear that ol’ siren sh-t

[outro: diddy]
ay yo, abn
trae the truth
kings, baby
i got stadium place, b-tches
and i ain’t just talkin’ to women neither

- trae tha truth lyrics

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