Hold it Down Lyrics

Back for the crown

Neva had to make a sound

Peep the best has just been found

Shh

Hold it down

Free your mind with just a look

Next gen leada

man mischief

Nah my chapta nt up n ya books

Gotta feel me

Had yo girl sayin

He dope as a rook

Goat at his best

Imma tie da game

Up N defeat

so many checks on my feet

yeah dem nikes but my nigga peep

I just Cc'd some heat

Eating steak off my girl back

Enjoying the scene stacking racks

While overseas

No joke u love da fact

Hold it down brought the sack

Robing hoods just to give it back

Made it out da MothaFuckin trap

Ha

You see where you lack

Is all da faking pretendin wit all that noise

Real G's move n silence cope wit violence

Where Holdin It Down is next to

Bein Real &

yo lifes milage

Imma business-Mann

What can I say

D. C. my stock attempt to profit everyday

Hoes wanna see how we ridin

V-Twelve fuck twelve

I'm rhymin

To keep the stars alignin

When I walk thru It's perfect timin

Yo girl see da cash

Know about the stash and the accounts

Im talkin cheese wit a Swiss bank account

And a Digital dash

Yo I gotta brag

She been ran da #s on my fits tags

In her head so you not mad

How you listening here but nt

In bed

Bet that's why she mad

Over this line, money

And my swag

My niga

Whatchu meannnnnn

Yo lady

Keep looking at me

Hold it Down or get a leash

Foereal No. R. E

Is better inbetween

On da low damn da G mean

Sorry not really

Fuck u mean

U mad @ me

Betcha dnt wanna brotha 2 come ova

Nd start askin her

Whatchu wanna do

Hold her down my dude

Or I'm leaving here wit cho girl

And mine too

Have all the coochie

I aint studda

Aint neva full

Yo grls legs wrapped round me

Like a mask

Youknow I'm n mines

Do u even gotta gotta ask?

Don't bring yo girl round me

Bruh Dats a fact

My pack is where it's at

I got bitches N hoes &

Hoes fuckin bitches

Cant say aint warn you snitches

Aint it moe than just rap?

Hold it down brought the sack

No Cap

Lappin you niggas on nd off

Da track

Light speed

or slow it down

The masses sum is me

Own my mastas

Now dey wanna tax

All my shit droppin facts

Pick da gems up

A lil SMG for yo head

Makin bread

While tuckin my kids in bed

Getting a billi

Solely off da lead

Hold it down

A classic for ya Head

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