CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Hold Me Down
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
(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
