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hold up (end of summer freestyle) - brandon marquiste lyrics

yeah haha i don’t get mad i get even ya heard..
brandon marquiste b-tch!
look…
what’s up wit all these labels wanna sing these wack rappers
sell they soul for a dolla and a one hit wonda
better stop it boy you know you ain’t popped sh-t
you only got things going cause they put a stamp on ya
now you in the whole n-ggas in them pockets
before you see a check boy it’s like five hands on it
not me tho, i’ma keep it g tho n-gga
rather take my time then get debo’d n-gga
everything happens when it’s perfect timing
i ain’t blow up over night, boy i put the time in
about 10 years and 4 kids
i’m deep in this b-tch
i ain’t never pulling out i’m bout to sleep in this b-tch
yeah
you don’t like but you gone respect it
bout money to the hood boy i’m well respected
5 bands get you knocked off
i’m coming for you, yo brother, ya cousins, sh-t
all of ’em getting chalked out boy

(chuckles)
i’m bout to make you n-ggas rap now (haha)
it’s brandon marquiste
i’m bout to make you n-ggas rap now
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
hold up
i’m bout to make you n-ggas rap now
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
hold up
(hhaaa)

you better stop playing wit me
you better know i keep the thang wit me
choppa make a n-gga sang wit me (yay yay)
pull up to his block then it’s yay yay, summer time
everybody out getting wet wet (huh)
big money and big guns
duck tape or zip ties, n-gga pick one
it’s all used for the same sh-t
he in his feelings cause i’m f-ckin on his main b-tch
but so what
see i’ma put you up for ransom
the pisa homie keep a barrel full of acid
so if it come down to it we gon’ get right to it
i ain’t handing out no mother f-ckin p-sses, n-gga
a thug behind these mother f-ckin gl-sses n-gga
giving out -ss whoopings, better ask that n-gga
if you want some you can come and get some
cause ain’t no mother f-ckin friends wit this rapping, n-gga

(chuckles)
i’m bout to make you n-ggas rap now (haha)
it’s brandon marquiste
i’m bout to make you n-ggas rap now
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
hold up
i’m bout to make you n-ggas rap now yeah
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
hold up
(hhaaa)

hahaha it’s brandon marquiste b-tch
straight out that 90262 ya heard
lynwood we in this mother f-cker
mdr,muriel drive records
brandon marquiste you know what i’m talking about..
i told yall n-ggas i ain’t playing no f-cking games
i’m coming for all of you.. for real
that’s on the dead homies n-gga!

- brandon marquiste lyrics

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