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Travis Thompson
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Hold Me Down
Little bit of Hen' in a red cup Tryna feel alive in a dead spot Little music playing in the background Little dirty kids with their hands out, hands up Little bit of twelve in the function 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Them Opioids, them poster boys' Gotta little bit of product in the book bag, and Lil bit, lil bit, lit bit, lil bitch hit the right spot, ay Little kid with a nice watch, ay [?]cousin Chris, when he say he coming over So my mama said to keep him outta my house Little kid with a big crew Dirty money, but there's ho's in his new trues Tried to show me how to get it But im pussy and he know it so he helped me to some clients With some new shoes, dead stock true blues Need a new life style, ay Need some food stamps and an IPad, ay Need a cool whip for the late night dip spot Unzip, park, with the seat back, seat back Lean back, oh my god, ay, you too good for me, though Got a grip but [?]think that I don't need those Play no games, can't save me baby, all about my paper lately All i did was monetize the motherfucking stairs they gave me Hold me down, never hold me back And I run my mouth, but you always run back because you love my ass Hold me down, never hold me back And i run my mouth, but you always run back cuz you love my ass Hold me down, never hold me back And i run my mouth, but you always run back cuz you love my ass
[?]with dates in the bio Swirl through assortments, i never reply though Said she back home for the week from her college She pullt up on travy cuz its been a while I grew up on cudi, got fans in Ohio Smell like Seattle, on trains in Manhattan On Melrose with stains, but I'm out here for rapping So how could you hate from back home that's tragic I'm, I'm, I'm, still doing me and I'm doing it well How I'm twenty with a baby, things are better in town I'm tryna better it now, I'm still tryna get my wack out And backpacks in the back of a packed house So back track And give me dap when I pass round Like it's a secret to break the ceiling in a glass town Admit it to yourself, bitch, you wack now Shit, yeah, enough of that now See, I had enough of this, that, hey See, i had enough of chit, chat, hey The bitch moves, and the click rap When the check comes I never miss that, shit never miss that Spit facts, I ain't fairy tellin' on no bitch rap Take a pussy, know a pussy, we see right through it See the pussy, eat the pussy, put a pipe through it Too many water cup kids, making sprite music Oh my god just save me lord, this year y'all gon' pay me more This year I'm gon' make something of my self What y'all take me for, but Sean's here right now I don't blame me, tunnel vision on a white gown Picket fence, [?]table and a nice house If it's forever, why you rushing on a right now But right now
Hold me down, never hold me back And I run my mouth, but you always run back because you love my ass Hold me down, never hold me back And i run my mouth, but you always run back cuz you love my ass Hold me down, never hold me back And i run my mouth, but you always run back cuz you love my ass.
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