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