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Hold Me Down
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Coi Leray
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Who made this sh*t? (TayTayMadeTheBeat) Me and Mozz' gon' ride to the Me and Mozz' gon' ride (Yeah) Me and Mozz' gon' ride 'til the wheels fall off Duffy doing too good, n***as stealin' my sauce Told my b*t*h, "It don't get no better than this" Forty for a verse, I want fifty for a brick I know, I know I ain't stoppin' sh*t 'til my n***as all home Still keep it on me, put a n***a on a shirt quick And you'll never hear the truth on my hurt, b*t*h First off, f**k what I'm doin' for mine How much that purse cost? F**k who I put in that house, how much you worth dawg? It's a couple Ms around this b*t*h And I got enough water to drown this b*t*h Youngin from the bottom, got it poppin' Kept it solid, he the one now Came from bein' stressed out, I'm havin' fun now Right knee, bro ain't had a license, he was nineteen And I gotta take the blame for it I was thinkin' Hellcats, they thinkin' Range Rovers And I ain't gotta sell weight, b*t*h, 'cause my name hold it Doggy, doggy, Demon and the Lamb' Just me and Ardie talkie Can't look me in my face and tell me hoes ain't sick Realest sh*t I ever heard, "Hoes ain't sh*t" For all my n***as I miss lookin' down on me proud Still throwin' fours for my bros 'til I die And all these n***as actin' like they still f**kin' with the work I want double for a brick for what I want for a verse Baby, ride wit' me Private to Rodeo, come get fly with me Still get 'em through the mail, half of brick for nineteen Tell me what you want, tell me what you need Baby, hold me down When I was f**ked up, wouldn't help me out Quarter million dollar trucks, half a million dollar house Yeah, yeah B*t*h, I don't trust nobody Ridin' with that stick, yeah, got to keep it by me Top floor, big penthouse, can't find me It's a couple killers in this section, we wildin' They try to hold me back, keep tryin' Shout out to them n***as, homie tell 'em, "Stay solid" Pull up in that all black, b*t*h, we slidin' Only hang with tens, pretty b*t*hes, we vibin' Yeah, first off, when my brother went down, had to get my work off Twenty bands the deposit, that's what the purse cost Forty-two for a pound, that's what that work cost Yeah, b*t*hes don't stop We was gettin' money off of hard rock 'Member you ain't front me, now, I'm on right now B*t*h, I'm in the booth, got it on me right now For all my n***as I miss lookin' down on me proud Still throwin' fours for my bros 'til I die And all these n***as actin' like they still f**kin' with the work I want double for a brick for what I want for a verse Baby, ride wit' me Private to Rodeo, come get fly with me Still get 'em through the mail, half of brick for nineteen Tell me what you want, tell me what you need Baby, hold me down When I was f**ked up, wouldn't help me out Quarter million dollar trucks, half a million dollar house
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