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hold up - sheek louch lyrics

[intro]
haha, yeah
just gotta talk to ’em sometimes
they like, they like, “louch, you be talkin’ that sh*t, n*gga”
donnie, yo

[verse 1]
i don’t want no liquor or kush, my n*gga (uh*uh)
there’s no need to beat around the bush, my n*gga (facts)
car wasn’t workin’, you ain’t push, my n*gga
we was out there, you ain’t look, my n*gga (we over here)
opps came through, you was shook, my n*gga (haha)
rattin’, that’s all it took, my n*gga (that’s it?)
but when you rappin’, you extra tough
talk about shootin’ and all that stuff (woo)
i’ve been on your block, it’s not that rough (uh*uh)
if it is, you ain’t, enough’s enough (enough)
i came out here without a dollar, n*gga
and i ain’t made one trip to valhalla, n*gga
question, why you ain’t proud a n*gga?
you see how these b*tches wan’ crowd a n*gga? (ah)
everybody act rich, they don’t care no more (uh*uh)
that’s why i don’t believe half what i hear no more (facts)
better get it how you get it and you fear no more
i don’t let fake n*ggas in my ear no more, ha (f*ck outta here)
they ain’t talk about much (uh*uh)
i hate when n*ggas try and stay in touch
[chorus]
yeah (yeah), n*gga try and keep close
he be watchin’ and she be watchin’, but (uh)
they won’t like what you post (uh*uh)
n*gga (d*block)
yeah, they won’t like what you post (uh*uh)
n*gga (n*gga, yeah)
donnie, hold up, b*tch

[verse 2]
whatever, homie (uh*huh)
i’m still tryna figure how the f*ck you know me (yeah)
you say we go back, motherf*cker, show me (for real?)
if that’s your b*tch, why the f*ck she blow me? (ah)
i got all these friends, why the f*ck i’m lonely?
f*ck company, i just want the monies, my testimony (uh*huh)
can’t blame me, i’m just chillin’, n*gga (chillin’)
got time to give a f*ck how feelin’, n*gga
stay home, keep lookin’ at the ceiling, n*gga (uh*huh)
waitin’, she out with a realer n*gga
uh, rick ross voice (woo)
you went with that n*gga, b*tch, that’s your choice (that’s facts)
and ice on the wrist (uh*huh)
whatever he wearin’ don’t look like this (nah)
comin’ to sit with that, you best not miss (d*block)
hold up, b*tch (ah)
[outro]
hold up, b*tch
(level 13)

- sheek louch lyrics

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