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holdin bck - tana lyrics

[intro: tana]
all of this sh*t that i’m feelin’
all of this sh*t that i’m feelin’

[verse 1: tana]
all of this sh*t i’m feelin’
all of this sh*t i’m feelin’, why would i hold it back?
bad ass b*tch tryna grab on my sack
n*gga run up* he get slapped
i knock a n*gga* right off the map
this b*tch in love, i double*tap
i’m with my beehive, b*tch, my slatt
young n*gga, i’m on that new sh*t
i’m with my bloods kickin’ sh*t on my bool sh*t
n*gga run up then he eatin’ a full clip
these n*gga fake as a f*ck and i knew it
she give me the p*ssy but i won’t abuse it
put all that pain sh*t into the music
n*gga say he want smoke, let’s do it
walk in the trap spot and i get to it

[verse 2: tana]
b*tch said she was pregnant, h*ll no it ain’t mine
you wanna qp? hit me on facetime
you can f*ck any b*tch, but you can’t bang mine
she wanna chat, b*tch, it ain’t time
b*tch, i’m a rastafarian, got hang time
i heard y’all n*ggas was lame through the grapevine
i heard y’all n*ggas was wack
i took your sh*t, you not gettin’ it back
stick in my jeans, i’m ain’t scared to attack
put all this real life sh*t into rap
and this not no migo lee
walk up, b*tch thought i was migo lee
and i’m totin’ rifle, that big ol’ thing
try and ride this wave and yo’ ass gon’ sink
[verse 3: tana]
p*ssy, boy you a rookie
b*tch eat d*ck up, just like a cookie
he say he tapped in, you want a cookie?
my brother locked up, no you can’t book me
he got that chain on, it’s gon get tooken
b*tch get smacked up, if her ass looking
n*gga get packed up, leave his ass shooken

[bridge: tana]
b*tch wan’ make a movie
i got a bad b*tch, she off the tusi
i hit my dance, lil’ b*tch, like i’m toosii
i got a bad b*tch with a big booty
got h*lla hoes and they thought i was fruity
i got them long locs, b*tch, like i’m nudy
i got the sack and i’m gettin’ straight to it
bro got the pack in, told him let’s do it

[verse 4: che]
n*gga try to run from the drac’, he can’t from the [?]
brodie out servin’ the eighth while i’m blitzin’ [?]
just spent like $500, b*tch, on these margiela kicks
lil’ b*tch she talkin’ bout her day but i’m tryna get [?]
everyday we put on bape, man that sh*t is expensive
n*gga try to talk on the gang then his ass gettin’ spint
i put like*, $5*$500 on this lil’ pendant
[?] f*f*ck the rap, i’m independent
my sh*t gon’* drop a lil’ neck in her panties
these n*ggas* snitch on they dawg for a penny
shoutout my* ma, i ain’t talkin’ bout remy
sippin’ on* d’ussé, i start to feel heavy
what would you*, what would you do if i left you
shooter gon* shoot at the opp like 11
i puttin’ on* true religion for your bestie
[?] like* shoot baby with a new desi
[outro: che]
h*ll yeah, f*ck you talkin ’bout, n*gga (lemme hear that)
*keep going, n*gga ran up and you know bullets keep going
n*gga talk down, we gon* keep snowin’
yeah i got drip and some more sh*t, aight (let me come hear that sh*t b*tch)

- tana lyrics

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