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holdmyown! - grave 718 lyrics

[intro: grave 718]
these b*tches wan’ blow up my cellular
what on my waist b*tch i feel like a wrestler, aye
we movin’ so hot, it’s irregular
run down on him yeah he feeling the temperature, aye
y’all can’t compete with the heat that i bring to the streets so y’all just f*cking tweet ’bout me
and nah i ain’t talking bout these hoes od’ing but i know ya girl always tweak ’bout me
the choppa gon’ eat like a feast
peeped mason margelia his feet
he said he gon’ k!ll me i doubt it
b*tch i’ll spill his blood on his team
like b*tch what the f*ck do you mean?
i’m waiting outside with the beam
please do not scream
i just need to let off some steam
let that sh*t off at your face
imma laugh while he*

[verse 1: grave 718]
these b*tches wan’ blow up my cellular
what on my waist b*tch i feel like a wrestler, aye
we movin’ so hot, it’s irregular
run down on him yeah he feeling the temperature, aye
y’all can’t compete with the heat that i bring to the streets so y’all just f*cking tweet ’bout me
and nah i ain’t talking bout these hoes od’ing but i know ya girl always tweak ’bout me
the choppa gon’ eat like a feast
peeped mason margelia his feet
he said he gon’ k!ll me i doubt it
b*tch i’ll spill his blood on his team
like b*tch what the f*ck do you mean?
i’m waiting outside with the beam
please do not scream
i just need to let off some steam
let that sh*t off at your face
imma laugh while he bleed
[hook: grave 718]
b*tch imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking stop hitting my phone, huh
b*tch imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking we kicking yo door, aye
b*tch imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking stop hitting my phone, huh
b*tch imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking we kicking yo door (aye, aye)

[chorus: grave 718]
b*tch imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking stop hitting my phone, huh
b*tch imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking we kicking yo door, aye
b*tch imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking stop hitting my phone, aye
b*tch imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking we kicking yo door, aye

[verse 2: grave 718]
strap on my waist what i pack on my waist, lil b*tch (aye)
put a lil b*tch in his place
like f*ck is you saying boy? we ain’t the same, aye
please get the f*ck out my face
i can’t f*ck with a fake i can’t f*ck wit a snake, aye
stomp that lil b*tch to his grave
said he wanna test me boy what is you thinking?
i’ll make his face eat the pave
[chorus: grave 718]
b*tch imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking stop hitting my phone, huh
b*tch imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking we kicking yo door, aye
b*tch imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking stop hitting my phone, huh
b*tch imma hold my own
f*ck all the talking we kicking yo door (aye, aye)

- grave 718 lyrics

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