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hold up - almighty $lade lyrics

hook (trilla)
she f-ck with the kid
louie bag on her hip, hold up
hollow tips for a b-tch
hunnid hounds in my clique, hold up
sippin sumething with a tint, pour up
loud pack tump your chest, roll up
text the addy finna split, pull up
text the addy finna split, pullup(2x)

verse1 (slade)
wash away the evidence for i leave the scene, (gone)
me and all my n-ggas carry sticks, with red beams (grahh)
always sippin muddy, i’m a double cup fiend (act)
30 hanging on my waist, infrared beam (laser)
sh-ts always different n-gga, not what it seemed (nah)
disrespect my n-ggas, catch a fade, headtop clean (clip)
n-ggas cuffing hoes in the telly getting teamed, (yikes)
i can never cuff a hoe, i am not the police (nah)
everytime i’m on a track i snap like a kit kat
pull up to the scene fresh as f-ck like a tic tac
thought it was mcdonalds cause i’m clutching on a big mac
f-cking with your girl and i guess she a waitress
so i made her strip, gave her tip like a waitress
uh
hold up
wait uh
hold up
wait uh
hold up

hook: (trilla)
she f-ck with the kid
louie bag on her hip, hold up
hollow tips in my clip
hunnid hounds in my clique, hold up
sippin sumething with a tint, pour up
loud pack tump your chest, roll up
text the addy finna split, pull up
text the addy finna split, pull up(2x)

verse2 (trilla)
young n-gga just turn 18 getting cream
feeling like an xmen in the field imma beast
strong n-gga young boi been eating my greens
want the money f-ck the fame call me greed
that baby mad ugly raccoon what u breed
you talking lil n-gga no more will you breath
heard it from big bro u talking bout me
heard when i was sleep & didn’t believe
heard it from chris
he got lisp throw goofy -ss all in a ditch
i wouldn’t trip im harder than t.i.p
she saying grace before she swallow my kids
ain’t tell you no more keep my name out your lips
see u on roads & i peeped that u dipped
praying to god that your -sses don’t trip
praying to god that your -sses don’t trip

hook (trilla)
she f-ck with the kid
louie bag on her hip, hold up
hollow tips in my clip
hunnid hounds in my clique, hold up
sippin sumething with a tint, pour up
loud pack tump your chest, roll up
text the addy finna split, pull up
text the addy finna split, pull up (1x)

- almighty lade lyrics

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