Machine Gun Kelly feat.Young Jeezy - ''Hold On'' (Shut Up) (deluxe edition bonus track) скачать видео бесплатно

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]

I don't gang bang, hoe, I just gang bang these hoes

And I keep like eight jays rolled, then I face them after my shows

And I got your main thing bro, on my dangalang when she swang and hang like an orangutan

But you don't really want a part of me, 'cause everyone of my boys bang around.

Cocaine, cocaine, my skin white like cocaine, marked up like them ol' trains

And I keep it hood, but this low mayne

Propane, propane, spark that shit like propane, I'm on the east side of my domain

But ya'll kick more shit than Liu Kang.

[Hook]

Now hold up, shut up, who remembers my come up?

Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach

Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G? (I Do)

'cause if they don't remember them bitches but them hoes remember me.

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]

Holla back two phones, I don't call shit, wild boy, 'cause I start shit

Rager 'cause I moshpit and this A stands for anarchist

My heart is in Arctic, burn one and get car sick

Floating like a carpet, bitch, I'm higher than a starship

Tatted up so I can't work, you would think I got paid first

Tear that pussy out the frame, you would think that bitch gave birth

All these sins you would think that I hate church

And they said, "Thou shalt not steal", but fuck that, I'll take her.

[Hook]

Now hold up, shut up, who remembers my come up?

Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach

Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G? (I Do)

'cause if they don't remember them bitches but them hoes remember me.

Hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up.

Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?

'cause I don't remember them bitched but them hoes remember me.

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]

I don't remember these hoes, I don't remember these niggas

Fuck niggas, bitches too, all I see is these figures

I got Versace on, Versace lights, I ain't seeing these niggas

Chances here, chances are three on three with these niggas.

Look, all bark no bite, all rappers no white

Two of her friends to get with my friends so we can be friends well alright

Machine gun, we got one, machine gun I got one

See me, I'm a real nigga, burnt ass nigga, he not one

Straight choppin' me, no bite, eighteen dwarf niggas, Snow White

You can bet a nigga if I said a nigga, ten out of ten, it's no white

Tell me what's not in [?] I hate, what a real handsome nigga, now wait

Treat my 'rari like I'm in a roller derby, put the shoes on and I skate

Say you don't like me, nigga, you know me, nigga

See a sound of me, that's hate

Say you wanna rap about it, wanna talk about it, now leave the city, that's fake

Say it's coming back and this locking up sound like to me, that's fake

Say you don't rock with me, you don't fuck with me,

Stay you fuck around me, that's great

Hold up

[Hook]

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