Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold Up, artist - Trae the Truth. Date of issue: 06.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hold Up |
| King motherfucker |
| Ay yo, some of y’all bitches be motherfuckin' speeding and talking out of turn |
| You need to slow the fuck down and hold up man |
| Ay yo, Trae The Truth, get at these niggas, c’mon |
| I am king, you know what it is |
| Bitch came up to me, she said «who you is?» |
| You know what I had to tell her |
| I said «I'm Diddy, bitch!» |
| I’m feelin' like I’m fly as fuck, no planes |
| Yellin' where them haters at? |
| Ain’t nothin' changed |
| Still talkin' white bricks, cocaine |
| In the club with a hundred racks, I’m just sayin' |
| Yeah, bitch I’m like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up |
| Yeah, wait a minute bitch |
| Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up |
| Yeah, I’m just sayin' |
| I’m just sayin' hold up |
| California ‘rari bitch, top just fold up |
| Nigga with an attitude, Michael Kors polo |
| Top’ll get to poppin', make ‘em freeze up like a photo |
| Nightmares 'bout the feds, smellin' like Hermes |
| Black with a check, now you Cortez |
| The exorcist nigga, when I roll it turn heads |
| Put some Ninas ‘to they ‘fros/froze like starin' at Medusa hair |
| You see me in these streets on these beats |
| With them hoes of the kitchen |
| A pussy nigga think different, pussy nigga trippin' |
| It’s Jizzle from the bottom, die a legend out this bitch |
| I get to whippin' up that fo', and get a second out that bitch |
| I’m feelin' like I’m fly as fuck, no planes |
| Yellin' where them haters at? |
| Ain’t nothin' changed |
| Still talkin' white bricks, cocaine |
| In the club with a hundred racks, I’m just sayin' |
| Yeah, bitch I’m like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up |
| Yeah, wait a minute bitch |
| Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up |
| Yeah, I’m just sayin' |
| King of the streets, twin drops I’m storin' |
| Bitch I ball for the city, just like my last name Horton |
| So much green inside the trunk, it should’ve stayed in the garden |
| All I do is pay the price, I never ask what they chargin' |
| I pull up on your bitch and repossess her like you owe that |
| Put her in a flick and and display her like she was Kodak |
| King motherfucker I’m classic like I was throwback |
| This ain’t what you want pussy nigga, you better know that |
| Too deep in this ‘rari, something blowin' like Bob Marley |
| Hit my youngin' with a chopper, tell him ride like Harley |
| I do this for my niggas in the city of the slow shit |
| Well they pulled up, and they bang something |
| Them laws come, we don’t know shit |
| Street nigga problems, we don’t never duck ‘em |
| I’m an asshole, Trae forever young ‘n fuck ‘em |
| Nuts hangin' to the point it ain’t nowhere to stuff ‘em |
| I let my chain play nigga, I don’t ever tuck ‘em |
| I’m feelin' like I’m fly as fuck, no planes |
| Yellin' where them haters at? |
| Ain’t nothin' changed |
| Still talkin' white bricks, cocaine |
| In the club with a hundred racks, I’m just sayin' |
| Yeah, bitch I’m like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up |
| Yeah, wait a minute bitch |
| Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up |
| Yeah, I’m just sayin' |
| (: T.I.:) |
| Jays in the yard, Ki’s in the kitchen |
| AKs in the closet, a quarter million in the ceiling |
| …wonder how they never caught me |
| All I gotta say is pay your taxes, pay your lawyer fee |
| People runnin' at a nigga, know the nigga I got |
| Yeah that’s above the law, call it what you call it |
| Don’t take no shit, 'cause I ain’t no toilet |
| See me shawty, you see me… |
| I pulled up, hopped out, sharp as shit |
| Rolls Royce so big, can’t park the shit |
| You ain’t 'bout that life, quit startin' shit |
| Cause we ain’t gon' wanna hear that ol' siren shit |
| I’m feelin' like I’m fly as fuck, no planes |
| Yellin' where them haters at? |
| Ain’t nothin' changed |
| Still talkin' white bricks, cocaine |
| In the club with a hundred racks, I’m just sayin' |
| Yeah, bitch I’m like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up |
| Yeah, wait a minute bitch |
| Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up |
| Yeah, I’m just sayin' |
| Ay yo, ABN |
| Trae The Truth |
| Kings, baby |
| I got stadium place, bitches |
| And I ain’t just talkin' to women neither |