| Dun Deal on the motherfuckin' track
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| Thugger, Quan
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| Ya’ll know what’s happenin'
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| If we get locked up by the night
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| I know those folk gone try and hold us
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| Got grams for niggas on white
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| And we keep seals for niggas who poured up
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| Trappin' all night in skinny jeans, got a bankroll that won’t fold up
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| Shootin' at niggas like they cameraman and that what we call exposure
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| And we get locked up by tonight I know those folk gone try and hold us
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| Got grams for niggas all white, and we keep seals for niggas who poured up
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| Living life never sober
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| My ring looking like a solar
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| And if we get locked up by the night, I know those folks gone try and hold us
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| Five bitches tryna jump me in the night and I can’t say hold up
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| Big B’s lifestyle, Thugger need two bucks
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| I can’t treat a bitch like a queen, I don’t even know her
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| She slime ain’t nothin' I’mma show her
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| Pull up in the Bentley, no chauffeur
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| Backwood, MPA smoke campus
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| White bitch drive a black beamer, have you seen it?
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| White bitch kiss white bitch, did they mean that?
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| I know those hoes ain’t mean that
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| This year, a whole lotta cash made shit a whole lotta cash man
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| I need a first aid kit along with band aid
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| You know why?
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| Thug bleed like a motherfuckin' vampire
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| More carrots then a motherfuckin' damn pie
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| OG is what i smoke by
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| Fingernails got fungi, fungi
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| I’m a real nigga, you a fun guy
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| Runnin bands up without Illuminati
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| You better off coachin' in syri
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| If we get locked up by the night
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| I know those folk gone try and hold us
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| Got grams for niggas on white
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| And we keep seals for niggas who poured up
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| Trappin' all night in skinny jeans, got a bankroll that won’t fold up
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| Shootin' at niggas like they cameraman and that what we call exposure
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| And we get locked up by tonight I know those folk gone try and hold us
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| Got grams for niggas all white, and we keep seals for niggas who poured up
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| Living life never sober
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| My ring looking like a solar
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| And if we get locked up by the night, I know those folks gone try and hold us
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| I don’t talk to 12, I don’t like conversation
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| Heard my nigga Pee got them bails all across the nation
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| Smell it before you taste it
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| Last time I went to jail, I beat all my cases
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| Mail, that’s a risk you takin'
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| Ever since she found my cell, she been wearing on my patience
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| You can throw that bitch in water, but you still can’t save her
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| Bitches fuckin if you famous (Rich Homie, baby)
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| And you know I can’t forget about
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| PeeWee, Thugger, Rich Homie, kill these niggas
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| I’m with PeeWee and double trouble, tool box, drill these bitches
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| Who got 20 tissues? |
| I’m shittin' on ya’ll
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| And we workin', even though 12 is lurking
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| If we get locked up by the night
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| I know those folk gone try and hold us
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| Got grams for niggas on white
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| And we keep seals for niggas who poured up
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| Trappin' all night in skinny jeans, got a bankroll that won’t fold up
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| Shootin' at niggas like they cameraman and that what we call exposure
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| And we get locked up by tonight I know those folk gone try and hold us
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| Got grams for niggas all white, and we keep seals for niggas who poured up
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| Living life never sober
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| My ring looking like a solar
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| And if we get locked up by the night, I know those folks gone try and hold us
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| Out there we juggin', play those houses turn them bitches to the trenches
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| Trappin', ninja Givenchies, bankrolls on me ain’t (bending)
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| In them velcros just sippin'
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| How the hell I’m trippin'?
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| No prescription for this medicine, how the hell I’m sippin'?
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| One button I’m pushin', Audi A7 or 80
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| Deviled up and I’m Kid Cudi ghost ridin' with you lady
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| Sucking on my dick like 8 Mile, She choke her like Slim Shady
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| 40 pointers on my pinky ring, fuck 12 cause they know they hatin'
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| Longway
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| If we get locked up by the night
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| I know those folk gone try and hold us
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| Got grams for niggas on white
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| And we keep seals for niggas who poured up
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| Trappin' all night in skinny jeans, got a bankroll that won’t fold up
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| Shootin' at niggas like they cameraman and that what we call exposure
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| And we get locked up by tonight I know those folk gone try and hold us
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| Got grams for niggas all white, and we keep seals for niggas who poured up
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| Living life never sober
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| My ring looking like a solar
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| And if we get locked up by the night, I know those folks gone try and hold us |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hold Us , by - Young Thug. Song from the album Money on My Mind, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп