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Erica Banks

Hol' On

 

Hol' On

(album: Cocky On Purpose - 2019)


Hold on, ho, ayy, chill out, uh
(Bitch, get back, ho
Ayy
Let me talk my shit)
(Ayy, Doe Doe, ow)

Bitch, ain't no flaking, I'm 'bout it, I'm with it
You walk in the room, get to ducking and flinching
He fuck from the back, ain't no rubbing and kissing
Ho want a problem, it's up and it's tension, uh
Ten niggas busting, he clap ten
He trap out the back with the trap twin
Pull up, I'm counting the backend
Tell that lil' ho to come tap in
You tap on the 'net, but I tap on the doorbell
I'm all at your door like, "What's up? Is you bluffin'?"
He thinking we dating and shit, now she hating and shit
But he flexing, he know we just fucking
So ho, mind your business, your partners be tripping
Pull up to your town and we want all the smoke
Roll up a bleezy, I heard that ho easy
He sell out the sack, we want all of the dope, uh

Hold on, ho, ayy, chill out, uh
Bitch too fine, no tip out, ayy
Flex one time, now the ho start crying
Slip once, all the drip gon' spill out, uh
Sit down, kick back, and make fun of you bitches (Sit down)
Fuck I look like? I ain't one of you bitches
I call for a zip, get a ton of them bitches
What is you runnin'? I'm running them bitches

Gutter lil' bitch and he love it
I'll ride on that dick, I don't cuddle or nothing
These bitches be scary, but act like they not
When I run through the spot, they be hiding and ducking
These hoes really broke, they ain't getting no money
They just getting fucked for a smoke and a tab
How you a boss when you stay on your ass?
You ain't a bad bitch, you just going out bad
Ho, run me my money or niggas is hunting
They'll draw on your mama, your kids, and your brothers
I'd rather be dead than be labeled a sucker
They won't catch me slip, I be strapped like a buckle
Bitch, I'm the one, you can get slapped
I'm quick to lay me a bitch on her back
I'm stuck in my ways, I make niggas rebel
I get some mouth from him, then it's a wrap

Hold on, ho, ayy, chill out, uh
Bitch too fine, no tip out, ayy
Flex one time, now the ho start crying
Slip once, all the drip gon' spill out, uh
Sit down, kick back, and make fun of you bitches
Fuck I look like? I ain't one of you bitches
I call for a zip, get a ton of them bitches
What is you runnin'? I'm running them bitches

done

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