Hold Up Songtext
von SL Jones
Hold Up Songtext
Young nigga but I styling from the old school
I be chilling outside no rules
All my niggas using logic with them pro-tools
Turn you fucking fruity loops into old news
Nigga don′t snooze, bet yo shawty want to slide and in those shoes
Bet a nigga hold her down like he suppose too
Bet a nigga eat that pussy like some soul food
Soo So smooth
I be chilling V neck with some boat shoes
Living in the fast lane with a slow groove
Bitch they call me Still Jones like I don't move Bitch they call me Still Jones somethings don′t change
But this fire bout to blow flow propane
Rush Cocaine
Kirk Kobain
Rock star dope game
Heavy getting low mane
But way up 5th floor bro mane
Bitch I'm bout to bust a move soul train
Balling reporting live from the post-game
Used to cop half's not I′m fucking with the whole thang
Hold up wait a fucking minute
Back that pussy up and I′m gonna put some pimping in it like
Hold up wait a fucking minute
Back that pussy up and I'm gonna put some pimping in it like
I be riding around in a oop
Fuck yo baby momma then re-group
After she recoup
I let her suck me like soup
She a butter pecan Rican so you know she getting Scooped
Stuffing cones of that cookies & Cream
I caught a jux for some beans
And wrote some hooks in between
You know how t3 did it, he got it cooked by some fiends
Took a risk for our dreams, and brought it back to the team yeah
I be riding round like a rock star rock star
I be selling drugs where the cops are cops are
I be getting money I am not y′all not y'all
I be right here when it pops off
Squares in the middle, squares in the middle
Balling′ on yo circle, they don't even dribble
Fresh to death nigga, let me live a little
Beat that pussy up until I make it tickle
Hold up wait a fucking minute
Back that pussy up and I′m gonna put some pimping in it like
Hold up wait a fucking minute
Back that pussy up and I'm gonna put some pimping in it like
Hold up wait a fucking minute
Back that pussy up and I'm gonna put some pimping in it like
Hold up wait a fucking minute
Back that pussy up and I′m gonna put some pimping in it like
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up aye
Hold up, hold up, hold up hold up like
Hold up like
Hold up like
Yeah
Like Roll up Roll up Nigga what′s the holdup
I'm still tower up from the motherfucking floor up
But nigga so what fuck around & roll this O up
The whole car smoking like this bitch bout to blow up
Hold up wait a fucking minute
Back that pussy up and I′m gonna put some pimping in it like
Hold up wait a fucking minute
Back that pussy up and I'm gonna put some pimping in it like
Back that pussy up and I′m gonna put some pimping in it like
Back that pussy up and I'm gonna put some pimping in it like
I be chilling outside no rules
All my niggas using logic with them pro-tools
Turn you fucking fruity loops into old news
Nigga don′t snooze, bet yo shawty want to slide and in those shoes
Bet a nigga hold her down like he suppose too
Bet a nigga eat that pussy like some soul food
Soo So smooth
I be chilling V neck with some boat shoes
Living in the fast lane with a slow groove
Bitch they call me Still Jones like I don't move Bitch they call me Still Jones somethings don′t change
But this fire bout to blow flow propane
Rush Cocaine
Kirk Kobain
Rock star dope game
Heavy getting low mane
But way up 5th floor bro mane
Bitch I'm bout to bust a move soul train
Balling reporting live from the post-game
Used to cop half's not I′m fucking with the whole thang
Hold up wait a fucking minute
Back that pussy up and I′m gonna put some pimping in it like
Hold up wait a fucking minute
Back that pussy up and I'm gonna put some pimping in it like
I be riding around in a oop
Fuck yo baby momma then re-group
After she recoup
I let her suck me like soup
She a butter pecan Rican so you know she getting Scooped
Stuffing cones of that cookies & Cream
I caught a jux for some beans
And wrote some hooks in between
You know how t3 did it, he got it cooked by some fiends
Took a risk for our dreams, and brought it back to the team yeah
I be riding round like a rock star rock star
I be selling drugs where the cops are cops are
I be getting money I am not y′all not y'all
I be right here when it pops off
Squares in the middle, squares in the middle
Balling′ on yo circle, they don't even dribble
Fresh to death nigga, let me live a little
Beat that pussy up until I make it tickle
Hold up wait a fucking minute
Back that pussy up and I′m gonna put some pimping in it like
Hold up wait a fucking minute
Back that pussy up and I'm gonna put some pimping in it like
Hold up wait a fucking minute
Back that pussy up and I'm gonna put some pimping in it like
Hold up wait a fucking minute
Back that pussy up and I′m gonna put some pimping in it like
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up aye
Hold up, hold up, hold up hold up like
Hold up like
Hold up like
Yeah
Like Roll up Roll up Nigga what′s the holdup
I'm still tower up from the motherfucking floor up
But nigga so what fuck around & roll this O up
The whole car smoking like this bitch bout to blow up
Hold up wait a fucking minute
Back that pussy up and I′m gonna put some pimping in it like
Hold up wait a fucking minute
Back that pussy up and I'm gonna put some pimping in it like
Back that pussy up and I′m gonna put some pimping in it like
Back that pussy up and I'm gonna put some pimping in it like
Writer(s): Kevin Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

