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- Chaz French Hol' Up 歌词
- Chaz French
- Did you put that **** on it
Can you turn the beat up too
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
This the soundtrack to my life
Yea this the soundtrack to my life take a trip
You ain't got to hold me down I hold my own in this *****
**** kept my word stayed true you know how this can get when it's real
One thing just don't count me out yo just don't count me out
Yea said this the soundtrack to my soul take a trip
You ain't got to hold me down
I hold my own in this *****
Kept my word stayed true
You know how this can get when it's real
One thing just don't count me out
Yea just don't count me out
Hold up say hold up hold up say hold up hold up
Look I did this **** for the hoes I did this **** for the youth
I did this **** for the gang gang I did this **** for the wave
All of you knew ****** sound the same
You cannot say this don't sound the same
When they hear this they gone feel a way unless
I add a xan or lean and 100k
Money money money piling 20's 50's 100's got em heard it all
I just might buy me an island
Horsing around in Ferraris let set it off
You and your bros flying privates
All of your hoes on my private they finna ball
I'ma finesse it through college long as she keep them toes polished
Problem solved like ohhhh
Out with the old and in with the new
Yea it's a goal messie with the goals
Man this **** ain't you
It ain't the same nothing was the same I'm drake with the views
Its outta control you can't control while keeping it true
Yea said this the soundtrack to my soul take a trip
You ain't got to hold me down
I hold my own in this *****
Kept my word stayed true
You know how this can get when it's real
One thing just don't count me out
Yea just don't count me out
Hold up say hold up hold up say hold up say hold up
I'm rapping and trapping I'm trapping I'm robing
While you ****** acting I'm about that action
Boy you ain't about nothing my ***** what's happening
Know that they napping let's flip up the mattress
We gone wake em and slap em
All of this gold can't wait to go platinum and see they reaction
New Gucci on me these ****** look bummy
Boy go spend some hundreds go buy your ***** something
Go buy that ***** something before she run up under me
She gone come andalay she gone come andalay she know I'm the money man
We come from nothing we don't ask for anything
We got more juice than minute made
We laid up in the shade we counting this cash my ***** she so bad
Trips to Barbados we sit in the sand and we listen to jazz
Getting this bag I kick it with Chaz ***** look at my swag
I'm in my G wag my mom's got a beamer
And my ***** got a jag
Yea said this the soundtrack to my soul take a trip
You ain't got to hold me down
I hold my own in this *****
Kept my word stayed true
You know how this can get when it's real
One thing just don't count me out
Yea just don't count me out
Hold up say hold up hold up say hold up say hold up
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