Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
And I told her shawty hold up
Hold that thought
Yeah
Told her shawty hold up
On this road, I done lost a lot of soldiers
It get cold, I could really use a shoulder
She broke my soul when I just wanted to hold her
Aye Now I'm ballin', I know they missin' the old me
Yeah, that boy fake, I know you were not my homie
Lately, I been ridin' solo on my lonely
We came from them nosebleeds, now we got them floor seats
Never satisfied, on my grind like I'm Tony
I thought I told you I don't need a bitch to hold me
So why you steady be blowin' up on my phone
Bui just leave me lone
Never give a bitch a second chance to do you wrong
Shawty say she just want one dance, cause this her song
I'm just tryna get her out them pretty pink thongs
She say she listen to Caspa, you know that's my homie
Ask her who she after, Kamal or Young Mallie
I don't f*ck with commitment, but she wanna get married
You can tell I'm different, I quadruple my salary
Bitch, I'm not the same, Young Suave from a year ago
I put my pain in my song, hoping you hear me though
Me and snakes don't get along that's unequivocal
Yeah, that's unequivocal
Swear I got PTSD, and I got trust issues
So bitch don't question me, cause I'm not cuffin' you
Told her shawty hold up, on this road
I done lost a lot of soldiers
It get cold, I could really use a shoulder
She broke my soul when I just wanted to hold her
Now I'm ballin', I know they missin' the old me
Yeah, that boy fake, I know you were not my homie
Lately I been ridin' solo on my lonely
We came from them nosebleeds now we got them floor seats
Never satisfied, on my grind like I'm Tony Hawk
If I can't get him, I'll get his homie shot, yeah
Bitches be trippin', but I don't love these thots
Woah I'm on a mission, I'm way too focused on guap
While these niggas tryna plot, and these bitches too fake
Feel like my circle full of snakes
My daddy said life ain't a race, but I'm steady on paper chase
And I been smokin' on an ace, that shit help me to meditate
I was just down bad on my ass, so now I'm gon' celebrate
Still get depressed when I think about my past, had to let that shit go
Can't be cryin' over these bitches, I'm too official
Bro I done lost a lot of soldiers on this road, so you better keep your pistol
I think that nigga be hatin', cause this girl blew me like a whistle, yeah, yeah, yeah
She say, "Mallie you're unfair"
I told her, "Baby life's unfair"
Wherever a bag at, I'll be headin' there
Hit it once, I can't get sidetracked
Left her in the rear
Told her shawty hold up
On this road, I done lost a lot of soldiers
It get cold, I could really use a shoulder
Ayy, she broke my soul when I just wanted to hold her
Ayy, now I'm ballin', I know they missin' the old me
Yeah, that boy fake, I know you are not my homie
Lately, I been ridin' solo on my lonely
We came from them nosebleeds
Now we got them floor seats
Never satisfied, on my grind like I'm Tony
Young Mallie - Tony Hawk Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
And I told her shawty hold up
Hold that thought
Yeah
Told her shawty hold up
On this road, I done lost a lot of soldiers
It get cold, I could really use a shoulder
She broke my soul when I just wanted to hold her
Aye Now I'm ballin', I know they missin' the old me
Yeah, that boy fake, I know you were not my homie
Lately, I been ridin' solo on my lonely
We came from them nosebleeds, now we got them floor seats
Never satisfied, on my grind like I'm Tony
I thought I told you I don't need a bitch to hold me
So why you steady be blowin' up on my phone
Bui just leave me lone
Never give a bitch a second chance to do you wrong
Shawty say she just want one dance, cause this her song
I'm just tryna get her out them pretty pink thongs
She say she listen to Caspa, you know that's my homie
Ask her who she after, Kamal or Young Mallie
I don't f*ck with commitment, but she wanna get married
You can tell I'm different, I quadruple my salary
Bitch, I'm not the same, Young Suave from a year ago
I put my pain in my song, hoping you hear me though
Me and snakes don't get along that's unequivocal
Yeah, that's unequivocal
Swear I got PTSD, and I got trust issues
So bitch don't question me, cause I'm not cuffin' you
Told her shawty hold up, on this road
I done lost a lot of soldiers
It get cold, I could really use a shoulder
She broke my soul when I just wanted to hold her
Now I'm ballin', I know they missin' the old me
Yeah, that boy fake, I know you were not my homie
Lately I been ridin' solo on my lonely
We came from them nosebleeds now we got them floor seats
Never satisfied, on my grind like I'm Tony Hawk
If I can't get him, I'll get his homie shot, yeah
Bitches be trippin', but I don't love these thots
Woah I'm on a mission, I'm way too focused on guap
While these niggas tryna plot, and these bitches too fake
Feel like my circle full of snakes
My daddy said life ain't a race, but I'm steady on paper chase
And I been smokin' on an ace, that shit help me to meditate
I was just down bad on my ass, so now I'm gon' celebrate
Still get depressed when I think about my past, had to let that shit go
Can't be cryin' over these bitches, I'm too official
Bro I done lost a lot of soldiers on this road, so you better keep your pistol
I think that nigga be hatin', cause this girl blew me like a whistle, yeah, yeah, yeah
She say, "Mallie you're unfair"
I told her, "Baby life's unfair"
Wherever a bag at, I'll be headin' there
Hit it once, I can't get sidetracked
Left her in the rear
Told her shawty hold up
On this road, I done lost a lot of soldiers
It get cold, I could really use a shoulder
Ayy, she broke my soul when I just wanted to hold her
Ayy, now I'm ballin', I know they missin' the old me
Yeah, that boy fake, I know you are not my homie
Lately, I been ridin' solo on my lonely
We came from them nosebleeds
Now we got them floor seats
Never satisfied, on my grind like I'm Tony
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
And I told her shawty hold up
Hold that thought
Yeah
Told her shawty hold up
On this road, I done lost a lot of soldiers
It get cold, I could really use a shoulder
She broke my soul when I just wanted to hold her
Aye Now I'm ballin', I know they missin' the old me
Yeah, that boy fake, I know you were not my homie
Lately, I been ridin' solo on my lonely
We came from them nosebleeds, now we got them floor seats
Never satisfied, on my grind like I'm Tony
I thought I told you I don't need a bitch to hold me
So why you steady be blowin' up on my phone
Bui just leave me lone
Never give a bitch a second chance to do you wrong
Shawty say she just want one dance, cause this her song
I'm just tryna get her out them pretty pink thongs
She say she listen to Caspa, you know that's my homie
Ask her who she after, Kamal or Young Mallie
I don't f*ck with commitment, but she wanna get married
You can tell I'm different, I quadruple my salary
Bitch, I'm not the same, Young Suave from a year ago
I put my pain in my song, hoping you hear me though
Me and snakes don't get along that's unequivocal
Yeah, that's unequivocal
Swear I got PTSD, and I got trust issues
So bitch don't question me, cause I'm not cuffin' you
Told her shawty hold up, on this road
I done lost a lot of soldiers
It get cold, I could really use a shoulder
She broke my soul when I just wanted to hold her
Now I'm ballin', I know they missin' the old me
Yeah, that boy fake, I know you were not my homie
Lately I been ridin' solo on my lonely
We came from them nosebleeds now we got them floor seats
Never satisfied, on my grind like I'm Tony Hawk
If I can't get him, I'll get his homie shot, yeah
Bitches be trippin', but I don't love these thots
Woah I'm on a mission, I'm way too focused on guap
While these niggas tryna plot, and these bitches too fake
Feel like my circle full of snakes
My daddy said life ain't a race, but I'm steady on paper chase
And I been smokin' on an ace, that shit help me to meditate
I was just down bad on my ass, so now I'm gon' celebrate
Still get depressed when I think about my past, had to let that shit go
Can't be cryin' over these bitches, I'm too official
Bro I done lost a lot of soldiers on this road, so you better keep your pistol
I think that nigga be hatin', cause this girl blew me like a whistle, yeah, yeah, yeah
She say, "Mallie you're unfair"
I told her, "Baby life's unfair"
Wherever a bag at, I'll be headin' there
Hit it once, I can't get sidetracked
Left her in the rear
Told her shawty hold up
On this road, I done lost a lot of soldiers
It get cold, I could really use a shoulder
Ayy, she broke my soul when I just wanted to hold her
Ayy, now I'm ballin', I know they missin' the old me
Yeah, that boy fake, I know you are not my homie
Lately, I been ridin' solo on my lonely
We came from them nosebleeds
Now we got them floor seats
Never satisfied, on my grind like I'm Tony
Writer: Kamal Hudson
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