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hold u - dot cromwell lyrics

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chorus

i, i
i ain’t gonna hold you
don’t know what they told you
but i ain’t gonna hold you
i, i
i ain’t gonna hold you
don’t know what they told you
but i ain’t gonna hold you

verse 1

n*gga
i’m a different kinda f*cking breed
last draft but i’m in the league
last dragon glowing with the ease
she gonna hit my jack i know her type
andre 3, i’m just the prototype
n*ggas tracing me looking sketchy
i know admiration could be deadly
hmm
it’s a thin line between love and the hate
beautiful gardens that’s flooding with snakes
n*ggas that k!ll you and chill at your wake
hmm
b*tches a f*ck you, expose you for clout
then sell you out before you figure it out
you better watch who you let in your house
i got eyes out on all sides
got me walking backwards pharcyde
get you penalized hopping offsides
had to sacrifice and it cost lives
got d*mn
we on the way to the sky
you in the way n*gga bye
what my shorty yell while i’m rolling the l
yea i’m sincere but it’s harder to tell

chorus

i, i
i ain’t gonna hold you
don’t know what they told you
but i ain’t gonna hold you
i, i
i ain’t gonna hold you
don’t know what they told you
but i ain’t gonna hold you

verse 2

imma keep it all the way a buck
promise imma keep it on a thou
sh*t she had my heart in jeopardy
hit up alex almost took a vowel
now it’s back to moving like i’m heff
shooting shots i pull up like i’m steph
pardon i mean harden from the key
yea my heart done hardened let it freeze
i’m in my own way it’s me against me
my n*ggas is paid but none of us free
i’m thinking out loud they tell me it’s fire
i hit up the cloud they send me wire
know my account
they fill it i load up the bounce
i used to weigh up to an ounce
the skizzy was under the couch
invitations to award shows
pharrell adding n*ggas on the tape
i couldn’t fathom this in section eight
the devil lying n*gga god is great
dinner finished need a bigger plate
hungry like a n*gga never ate
i begged my mamma for them jordan 8’s
but now she need a jordan size estate

chorus

i, i
i ain’t gonna hold you
don’t know what they told you
but i ain’t gonna hold you
my shorty is thick
my pockets on guapy they thick
ain’t back in the day
i’m popping now b*tchhhh

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