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hold it down - juneyuhh lyrics

[intro: dante carter]
(chu, you play too much)
uh, yeah

[chorus: dante carter]
they be talkin’ just to talk, they don’t know me
yeah, they be bringing up the old me
i’m grown, baby, who the f*ck can control me?
and i think you the only one that ever hold me
d*mn, when i’m f*cked up, baby, i’m out the way
madden be the only game a n*gga play
playing with my baby or money could get you sprayed
hold it down for me, baby, while i get paid

[verse 1: juneyuhh]
yeah, just hold it down and try to teach me what i’m lackin’
like how to love and i could show you i stack it
and she don’t smoke, ain’t no need for me to pass it
boujee for you but for me she get ratchet
trust mе, a down b*tch disgust me
she saying, “you don’t love mе, baby j, you just l*st me”
d*mn, why all the negatives you thinkin’ ’bout
there’s a thousand ways to get money, so you should read about it
listen, sit and pay attention
cause i could make you a star if you trust my intuition
i got to run the plays, now wash the dishes in the kitchen
i told her, “f*ck them shoes, just put it on a school tuition”
[?], she ain’t never actin’ modest
hair done, toes did, nails polished
make your money, girl, i love to see you progress
and when i bring it back, yeah that p*ssy straight poppin’
[chorus: dante carter]
they be talkin’ just to talk, they don’t know me
yeah, they be bringing up the old me
i’m grown, baby, who the f*ck can control me?
and i think you the only one that ever hold me
d*mn, when i’m f*cked up, baby, i’m out the way
madden be the only game a n*gga play
playing with my baby or money could get you sprayed
hold it down for me, baby, while i get paid

[verse 2: juneyuhh, smokey clb & dante carter]
i’ma let you f*ck, but baby don’t you kiss and tell
i get the loochie and that’s when they wish ’em well
i’m making moves, they praying on a wishing well
i’m on my way lil baby just now hit my cell
you see these vv’s, baby, we ain’t takin’ l’s
before i go broke, i’ll die or go to jail
i’m riding ’round trying to build my clientele
look at my eyes, you can see i’m high as h*ll
don’t call it trickin’, it ain’t trickin’ if you got it
you want my b*tches, you gon’ need a fatter wallet
only the truth, ain’t no skeletons in my closet
you want a fragment of my time, i need deposits
i’m goin’ hard, i’m in the paint, i’m gerald wallace
i’m stephen hawking, i could put you on some knowledge
i got the brain, i got medulla oblongata
these b*tches f*ck them for a status and a dollar
my phone dnd, i don’t wanna be bothered
you lookin’ like you need a loan, you need a sponsor
i be the macaroni and cheese with the lobster
and if she broke then she ain’t part of my roster
you got me f*cked up tryna play me for a dummy
they holdin’ hands, i ain’t with the lovey*dovey
manipulator, prolly want me for my money
thought you was running game, i really think you funny
if i was dead and broke you wouldn’t keep me company
but when i’m up you always actin’ buddy*buddy
your baby dady home and you still tryna f*ck me
you should be goin’ up your head, you really lucky
uh, you seeing all this f*ckin’ money, i’m excited too
and i ain’t paying for no party, you invite me too
and if there’s money everywhere, you better rake it in
i’ve been f*ckin’ with my shorty, yeah we more than friends
[chorus: dante carter]
they be talkin’ just to talk, they don’t know me
yeah, they be bringing up the old me
i’m grown, baby, who the f*ck can control me?
and i think you the only one that ever hold me
d*mn, when i’m f*cked up, baby, i’m out the way
madden be the only game a n*gga play
playing with my baby or money could get you sprayed
hold it down for me, baby, while i get paid

- juneyuhh lyrics

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