I'm ridin 9 deep, pushin 90 on the thruway
Too many bitches keep callin and I'm f*ckin all 'em 2 ways
Wanna find me drop the addy still ain't pull up pussy
Ain't got time b for no games pull up knock ya toupee
Tryna flex, just dropped on a fit what's on ya neck
Let me guess, got that shit tugged off you in the wrecks
Know the rest, and they know me too I ain't gon' wear no vest
Said he the best, ain't even next
Sendin' threats over text hit him back
Hold on!
Let me catch my f*ckin' rhythm
Got a couple shitty shooters on your team you better sit 'em hold on
Takin' my steps you couldn't fit 'em
Say they chasin couldn't get 'em
I'm just acin' never split 'em
Hold on!
Hold on!
Let me catch my f*ckin' rhythm
Got a couple shitty shooters on your team you better sit 'em hold on
Takin' my steps you couldn't fit 'em
Say they chasin couldn't get 'em
I'm just acin' never split 'em
Hold on!
Hold on, them bitches that you say you rocking with
Hittin' on my line asking down a bottle chill and shit (Wait what?)
Hold on, I gotta stay out late and work the biz
3 deep sliding quiet pull up, my mans take care of it (We pull up!)
Askin' for the handouts bitch, I don't with f*ck with none of that
All the people up around me they is all my loyal cats
These the ones imma call to ride with the sticks and mags
Ain't f*ckin' with no goons not the ones that'll lace the bags
Steady hittin' my phone telling me you got fire
I rep my own f*ckin' bags, go and check your supply
I been takin' hella dabs mix the water and fire
Lookin' like the last air bender lungs finna die bitch!
Hold on, sag my pants a little come and kiss my ass
He talk big homie but got a little cash
He talk big smoke he got a little stash
How I know? My homie done sold it to him
Say I kill the beat how I fold the tune
Givin' pussy meat like I owed it to it
Space shoes ain't seen I could own the moon (Uh)
Hold on!
Let me catch my f*ckin' rhythm
Got a couple shitty shooters on your team you better sit 'em hold on
Takin' my steps you couldn't fit 'em
Say they chasin couldn't get 'em
I'm just acin' never split 'em
Hold on
Hold On! (feat. LB) Video (MV)
Performed By: Timothy
Language: English
Length: 2:11
Written by: LEE BENNETT, CIARON BELL, Ciaron David Bell, Michael Peter Richmond, Natasha Maria Hamilton
Timothy - Hold On! (feat. LB) Lyrics
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I'm ridin 9 deep, pushin 90 on the thruway
Too many bitches keep callin and I'm f*ckin all 'em 2 ways
Wanna find me drop the addy still ain't pull up pussy
Ain't got time b for no games pull up knock ya toupee
Tryna flex, just dropped on a fit what's on ya neck
Let me guess, got that shit tugged off you in the wrecks
Know the rest, and they know me too I ain't gon' wear no vest
Said he the best, ain't even next
Sendin' threats over text hit him back
Hold on!
Let me catch my f*ckin' rhythm
Got a couple shitty shooters on your team you better sit 'em hold on
Takin' my steps you couldn't fit 'em
Say they chasin couldn't get 'em
I'm just acin' never split 'em
Hold on!
Hold on!
Let me catch my f*ckin' rhythm
Got a couple shitty shooters on your team you better sit 'em hold on
Takin' my steps you couldn't fit 'em
Say they chasin couldn't get 'em
I'm just acin' never split 'em
Hold on!
Hold on, them bitches that you say you rocking with
Hittin' on my line asking down a bottle chill and shit (Wait what?)
Hold on, I gotta stay out late and work the biz
3 deep sliding quiet pull up, my mans take care of it (We pull up!)
Askin' for the handouts bitch, I don't with f*ck with none of that
All the people up around me they is all my loyal cats
These the ones imma call to ride with the sticks and mags
Ain't f*ckin' with no goons not the ones that'll lace the bags
Steady hittin' my phone telling me you got fire
I rep my own f*ckin' bags, go and check your supply
I been takin' hella dabs mix the water and fire
Lookin' like the last air bender lungs finna die bitch!
Hold on, sag my pants a little come and kiss my ass
He talk big homie but got a little cash
He talk big smoke he got a little stash
How I know? My homie done sold it to him
Say I kill the beat how I fold the tune
Givin' pussy meat like I owed it to it
Space shoes ain't seen I could own the moon (Uh)
Hold on!
Let me catch my f*ckin' rhythm
Got a couple shitty shooters on your team you better sit 'em hold on
Takin' my steps you couldn't fit 'em
Say they chasin couldn't get 'em
I'm just acin' never split 'em
Hold on
Too many bitches keep callin and I'm f*ckin all 'em 2 ways
Wanna find me drop the addy still ain't pull up pussy
Ain't got time b for no games pull up knock ya toupee
Tryna flex, just dropped on a fit what's on ya neck
Let me guess, got that shit tugged off you in the wrecks
Know the rest, and they know me too I ain't gon' wear no vest
Said he the best, ain't even next
Sendin' threats over text hit him back
Hold on!
Let me catch my f*ckin' rhythm
Got a couple shitty shooters on your team you better sit 'em hold on
Takin' my steps you couldn't fit 'em
Say they chasin couldn't get 'em
I'm just acin' never split 'em
Hold on!
Hold on!
Let me catch my f*ckin' rhythm
Got a couple shitty shooters on your team you better sit 'em hold on
Takin' my steps you couldn't fit 'em
Say they chasin couldn't get 'em
I'm just acin' never split 'em
Hold on!
Hold on, them bitches that you say you rocking with
Hittin' on my line asking down a bottle chill and shit (Wait what?)
Hold on, I gotta stay out late and work the biz
3 deep sliding quiet pull up, my mans take care of it (We pull up!)
Askin' for the handouts bitch, I don't with f*ck with none of that
All the people up around me they is all my loyal cats
These the ones imma call to ride with the sticks and mags
Ain't f*ckin' with no goons not the ones that'll lace the bags
Steady hittin' my phone telling me you got fire
I rep my own f*ckin' bags, go and check your supply
I been takin' hella dabs mix the water and fire
Lookin' like the last air bender lungs finna die bitch!
Hold on, sag my pants a little come and kiss my ass
He talk big homie but got a little cash
He talk big smoke he got a little stash
How I know? My homie done sold it to him
Say I kill the beat how I fold the tune
Givin' pussy meat like I owed it to it
Space shoes ain't seen I could own the moon (Uh)
Hold on!
Let me catch my f*ckin' rhythm
Got a couple shitty shooters on your team you better sit 'em hold on
Takin' my steps you couldn't fit 'em
Say they chasin couldn't get 'em
I'm just acin' never split 'em
Hold on
Writer: LEE BENNETT, CIARON BELL, Ciaron David Bell, Michael Peter Richmond, Natasha Maria Hamilton
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O DistroKid