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On Hold

 

On Hold

(アルバム: Loyalty Kill Love - 2018)


I put alotta' people on hold, to get my shit straight
I put alotta' people on hold, for this here mixtape
So you can't speak on what you think
Unless it's what I say
'Cause niggas getting it confused
Running wit' information
Segregation, I got all these other niggas hating
Got 'em debating, they don't wanna' see me elevating
We in formation, for them niggas out here, trynna' take me
Like a clock, I gave ha' time spent
But you know she waste it

Horse power, when I'm stepping
I obtain my fragrance
You know I gotta' keep a weapon, these niggas hating
I'm just striving for greatness, I'm trynna' make it
Like I told you, once before
"You got it, I take it"
It was a mix up on the sack
Jit ain't have no patience
He was yelling through the halls, and got confortated
Up the pistol to the wall, I think he hesitated
All these niggas baby me's, they some imitations
How the fuck you gon' be me?
I'm already [?]
I got em one hunnid degrees
That boy 'bout to boil
I'm feeling ha, she feeling me
I might need a lawyer
Might just put him on a tee, and take care of his daughter
I got a booster on the fit, ya' know she treat me well (fly as fuck)
I cannot lose to you lil jits, no I won't ever fail (it aing nun)
I'm on some crash dummy shit, kill the scene forreal
You can't bring sand to the beach, when I brought fucking shells
Hollow tips, aimed at his temp
Send him straight to hell
Curly, hot Bahamian bitch
That's my kinda' girl
I'm quick to step off in the paint
Make a nigga curl
Like a squirrel, I wanna' nut
But she fucking for quells

I put alotta' people on hold, to get my shit straight
I put alotta' people on hold, for this here mixtape
So you can't speak on what you think
Unless it's what I say
'Cause niggas getting it confused
Running wit' information
Segregation, I got all these other niggas hating
Got 'em debating, they don't wanna' see me elevating
We in formation, for them niggas out here, trynna' take me
Like a clock, I gave ha' time spent
But you know she waste it

I put alotta' people on hold, to get my shit straight
I put alotta' people on hold, for this here mixtape
I put alotta' people on hold, to get my shit straight
I put alotta' people on hold, for this here mixtape
I put alotta' people on hold, to get my shit straight
I put alotta' people on hold, for this here mixtape

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