- L.A. VanGogh hold it down 歌詞
- L.A. VanGogh
- P-O-P hold it down(repeat 2x)
Shapeshifter (jup)
Got nothing but love for all my brothers and sisters (mama I love ya)
Got nothing but drugs for all the scum in my system (lowkey though)
Need nothing but plug for all my poetic ******
Hustlas, hittas, franklin billas, chasing scrilla
I feel ya
Knew ya just, knew ya had to be something
Went away to school excusing my slumber
But I never broke down like a prime number
If love is a blunt I hope we burn slow, reality hits I hope we dont choke
But if we happen to burn in vain, save the roaches rekindle old flames
Put one in the air with ya boy
Dont try parallels with ya boy
Sorry for you but new news
You gone need more than a Bluetooth to compare with ya boy
LA VanGogh or Fuego its the same
But you knew me way back like scales in bed frames
Knew me way back before the gold frames
Like bleach on black we used to make stains (hold it dine)
And it was all good bout a week ago (Schmoney dance)
Now, we grown up and we tweakin
When slap turned to fist and push came to shove
And falls turned to flights just tripping on us
From piecing peace up to classes I cut
Just know its all love on all of the above
Rain, rain
Go away
Clouds you can stay
Cause its ninety-six degrees
And the seats in the whip get hot from the suns shining rays
But, **** it
P-O-P hold it down(repeat 4x)
Boston lager, got some things Milwaukee brewing (huh?)
Aint exactly proud of all the things Im doing (They sayin I drove the getaway car)
Fast money aint no upper class money
Slow money better than no money
Tired of getting faded, man my homie just went bald, ima need me that Afro money
I heard summer coming better hide ya lives
Looking for a sweet lick hide your hives
Bees in the trap make pies and the shooters on point
Dot your tees and cross your eyes
Cross yourself
Head to chest, shoulder to shoulder
Seen a clipper shoot off by the lake or by state
It musta been Lamar, it was over a 7 he owed him
Thats only a quarter
Identity crisis , oh Dionysus I need you in my corner
Been fighting temptation and Otis been kicking my ass for the longest
When life was David Ruffin
And I was feeling blue
I knew Id count on you like fingers I use for touchin
We traveled between here and Motown like nothin
And I swear it was all good bout a week ago
Now Im grown up and Im tweakin
When slap turned to fist and push came to shove
And falls turned to flights just tripping on us
From piecing peace up to classes I cut
Just know its all love on to father from son
Rain, rain
Go away
Clouds you can stay
Cause its ninety-six degrees
And the seats in the whip get hot from the suns shining rays
But, **** it
When it p-o-p you gon hold it down, hold it down
When it p-o-p ima hold it down, hold it down
When it p-o-p you gon hold it down, hold it down
When it p-o-p ima hold it down, hold it down
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