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hold on - travis scott lyrics

[intro: young thug & future]
wheezy outta here
(wheezy outta here)

[verse 1: travis scott & young thug]
better view with a landscape, pass it, but she not your route (woo)
made it here for the bow, uh, if i don’t take me out, uh
tattoos on my man’s face, the count a while, it take a while, uh (yeah)
servin’ out the bathroom stalls (huh?), skirts and heels or my robe towel
i up the numbers, did it rapidly, it’s trampoline how it’s boun– (bounce)
s and v’s run the town (s and v’s), send it off then back around (woo)
make everything everlasting (woo), we the last of the sound (woo)
try the wavе, let ’em drown (let thеm duh*duh)

[verse 2: quavo, young thug & both]
woo, 200k for the neck piece (piece), hundred thousand for the jetski (splash)
the birkin bag make her s*xy (birkin),
fashion week belt by the presley (elvis),
i’m reppin’ my land for restin’ (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt), we straight from the nawf and we pressin’
i know we all crazy (know we crazy), they let like 4ks in (four)
trap out, all days in (drop ’em off), shoot at the opps we facin’ (smoke)
don’t need a surfboard, we wavin’ (surf), you talk like you tough, but say it again (who?)
huncho he straight out the dog pen (roof), we all in

[verse 3: young thug]
hand me the middle, send me the middle (woo)
she done f*cked me like– (yeah), and she had a car (and she bought a car)
kawasaki ride me and she illuminati and she from dubai, and daddy, mommy, love me, never talk about her things, i’m already up
i don’t wanna top it, but i wanna stop it, i don’t wanna cop it, but i had to cop it
one rose gold chain came sloppy, one came hard, one came topless
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold on, hold on, we the biggest n*ggas in the whole zone, whole zone
get the sh*t right, not the prolone, prolone, buyin’ big bentleys, get my quote on, quote on
it gettin’ my body rode on, rode on, i can promise n*ggas would get rode on, rode on
keep the big k with extended clips so no don’t you get f*cked up, and we can make some decimals

- travis scott lyrics

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