Hold Up I'm Back (60s)
Album: Trap Fire
Lyrics
Got to do my thing
Running solo
No pain
Having nightmares Where everything fade to black
I tell my girl, hold up, I'll be right back
Steady smoking that and then I make a dope track
Blows on my face
Stacking money bigger
Going through the race
Make a hater sicker
Get up off my case
Only about figures
Got to get it all
Never slip through my fingers
Got to do my thing
Running solo, no pay
Having nightmares Where everything fade to black
I tell my girl, hold up, I'll be right back
Steady smoking that and then I make a dope track
Blows on my face
Stacking money bigger
Going through the race
Make a hater sicker
Get up off my case
Only about figures
Slip through my fingers
then I make a dope track


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