| Hello
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| Oh me, oh my, oh me, oh my
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| Real G’s never die, we only multiply
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| They see me in my zone, they tryna' kill my high
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| They blowin' up my phone, hold the line (br, br)
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| Hold the line (br, br)
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| Hold the line (hold the line)
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| They blowin' up my phone, hold the line (stop blowin' up my shit)
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| I’m tryna' find some piece of mind
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| But they blowin' up my phone, hold the line
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| Okay, they blowin' up my phone again
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| I’m just rollin' doljamin
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| Plottin' on these millions
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| But you already know the plan
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| Sippin' somethin' strong
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| 'Cause my days are way too long
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| Fell asleep in Paris and I woke up in Malone
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| 'Cause I’m a young, fly, jiggy motherfucker you know it
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| I’m what happens when you mix a real G wit' a poet
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| Get a hundred thousand plays every time we upload it
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| I been hustlin' for years, record sales are a bonus
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| Huh
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| Uh, hello, is this Zak Downtown?
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| Hello?
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| Hey can you, uh, check out my new song on SoundCloud?
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| Listen you, I’m tellin' ya'
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| They blowin' up my cellular
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| And I dont fuck with bitches if they regular
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| I can be in Europe, out in Asia or America
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| Anywhere I go I hit the stage, you know I tear it up (tear it up)
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| Real talk, I don’t talk much
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| But I listen close and you all suck
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| I been comin' up with a master plan
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| So my hands covered in chalk dust
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| Like uh
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| Oh me, oh my, oh me, oh my
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| Real G’s never die, we only multiply
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| They see me in my zone, they tryna' kill my high
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| They blowin' up my phone, hold the line (br, br)
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| Hold the line (br, br)
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| Hold the line (hold the line)
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| They blowin' up my phone, hold the line (stop blowin' up my shit)
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| I’m tryna' find some piece of mind
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| But they blowin' up my phone, hold the line
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| I got money comin' in and I got money goin'
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| I got money gettin' big, swear I can’t even fold it
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| Had a little extra money, told your girl to hold it
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| Now that ain’t your girl no more, she just got stolen
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| Damn (damn)
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| Oh shit, look at me now
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| Hop on the stage and I’m rockin' the crowd
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| Gettin' so high like we up in the clouds
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| Anthony Davis, I’m blockin' you out
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| Look, I get it
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| You don’t like it 'cause I’m winnin'
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| But as long as Earth is spinnin'
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| I’mma keep doin' my thing and
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| I wrote this in a minute, my mind is on some next shit
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| When you hit the stage everyone heads toward the exit
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| You sour like some lemons, I just squeeze that in my vodka
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| Records flyin' out like NASA and your shit be doin' nada', bitch
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| Oh me, oh my, oh me, oh my
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| Real G’s never die, we only multiply
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| They see me in my zone, they tryna' kill my high
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| They blowin' up my phone, hold the line (br, br)
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| Hold the line (br, br)
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| Hold the line (hold the line)
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| They blowin' up my phone, hold the line (stop blowin' up my shit)
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| I’m tryna' find some piece of mind
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| But they blowin' up my phone, hold the line |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold the Line, artist - Zak Downtown. Album song Do Your Own Thing!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп