Hold Me Down ft. Coi Leray & CMG The Label Lyrics

Hold Me Down ft. Coi Leray & CMG The Label - 42 Dugg

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Who made this shit?

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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, niggas stealin' my sauce

Told my bitch, "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' shit 'til my niggas all home

Noah Cyrus “I Burned LA Down” Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified

Noah Cyrus “I Burned LA Down” Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified

Still keep it on me, put a nigga on a shirt quick

And you'll never hear the truth on my hurt, bitch

First off, fuck what I'm doin' for mine

How much that purse cost?

Fuck who I put in that house, how much you worth dawg?

It's a couple Ms around this bitch

And I got enough water to drown this bitch

Youngin from the bottom, get 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, bitch, '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 shit I ever heard, "Hoes ain't shit"

For all my niggas I miss lookin' down on me proud

Still throwin' fours for my bros 'til I die

And all these niggas actin' like they still fuckin' 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 fucked up, wouldn't help me out

Quarter million dollar trucks, half a million dollar house

Yeah, yeah

Bitch, 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 niggas, homie tell 'em, "Stay solid"

Pull up in that all black, bitch, we slidin'

Only hang with tens, pretty bitches, 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, bitches don't stop

We was gettin' money off of hard rock

'Member you ain't front me, now, I'm on right now

Bitch, I'm in the booth, got it on me right now

For all my niggas I miss lookin' down on me proud

Still throwin' fours for my bros 'til I die

And all these niggas actin' like they still fuckin' 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 fucked up, wouldn't help me out

Quarter million dollar trucks, half a million dollar house