hold on - damedot lyrics
[intro]
(rell did the beat, didn’t i?)
look
[verse]
i can tell you hungry, i can see your ribs (starvin’)
lookin’ like you don’t know what a kilo is (dumbass)
smellin’ like a pound walkin’ out the spig
i’m f*ckin’ on your baby mama when you keep your kids
i’ve been doin’ this sh*t for a minute, dog, it’s nothin’ (nothin’)
tell me how you want it, lil’ baby, and i’m bomin’ (yeah)
vroom, yeah, my [?] call me daddy when i’m stuntin’ (room)
i don’t want no crushed sh*t, make it chunky
i just sold a b*tch a dream, she sayin’ she love me
she sucked me for some hookah, i’m callin’ her auntie
i’m really tapped in all out of the country
if i reach for this ar, sh*t gon’ get ugly
hold on, baby (hold on, baby)
you ain’t suckin’ d*ck, put your coat on, baby (put your coat on)
i’m talkin’ to myself off this potion, baby (i’m high as h*ll)
this sh*t money over hoes, better get the pack
me and k be pourin’ fours, we ain’t even ate (on god)
keep my grass cut low so i can see the snakes (i see you)
i’m tryna f*ck somewhere exotic, nowhere near the states
i’ve been waitin’ on my turn, sh*t was worth the wait
i work the weight (i work the weight)
hold on, ahki (hold on)
i don’t want no green when i want some wocky
i’ve been gettin’ to this bag, i don’t know n0body (naw)
got some sh*t in my stash, i can’t show n0body
real boss, i don’t owe n0body, i can tell you thirsty ’cause you on my d*ck (on my d*ck)
rose gold vs1s, put it on my kit (ice)
seven mile n*gga, but i’m on the six
we make n*ggas take it off if you want your sh*t (give me that sh*t)
i can tell you broke, boy, look at your brib
lookin’ like you ain’t got sh*t inside your fridge
jeans came out of saks, not from the spigs (h*ll naw)
stick d*ck in your b*tch, she say it’s too big
i’ve been doin’ this sh*t for a minute, dog, it’s nothin’
she eat the d*ck around twelve, i call this sh*t a luncheon (mwah)
all i hear is “thanks for the purchase” when i’m punchin’
i’m stabbin’ all die, hoes call me chucky
i sold a b*tch a dream, she sayin’ she love me
we skip with the bag, we callin’ you unky
we lions and the bears, you n*ggas is lunch meat
i’ll feed you to the wolves, them n*ggas is hungry (they hungry)
hold on, brodie (hold on)
h*llcat on seven, doin’ donuts on it (skrrt)
born in detroit, but my lungs stay in california
i’m the star of the show, put the cameras on me, p*ssy
i’m the star of the show, put the cameras on me, p*ssy
i’m the star of the show, put the cameras on me, p*ssy
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