I Said Hold Up Shawty Smoking Zaza Out The Pack Lyrics By HD4President. Main song words are I say hold up Shawty smokin’ zaza out the pack, I told her roll up n___as muggin’ stupid, lookin’ crazy like they know us.
I Said Hold Up Shawty Smoking Zaza Out The Pack Lyrics
Baow, baow, baow
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
I say hold up
Shawty smokin’ zaza out the pack, I told her roll up
n___as muggin’ stupid, lookin’ crazy like they know us
You ain’t got no money, plus you bummy and you tore up
You pretty, but b___h, so what?
Me and Boosie in the Maybach, good and full of liquor
Seen a cutie with some booty, tryna jugg her with this pickle
All my n___as rollin’ Backwoods, they don’t f–k around with Swishers
I been f–kn’ on his b___h, I just was f–kin’ on her sister
Leanin’ off the juice, b___h, I got Wock’ up in my double cup
Baby gettin’ money, but lil’ b___h know you can’t f–k with us
Thirty grand stuffed up in my jeans, yeah, it’s up with us
P^ssy n___a, you ain’t ’bout that shit, so what you buckin’ for?
I touched down at 11:45
Big old bustdown and a Draco when I slide
I f–k with 54, that swim team, they gon’ dive
I said b___h , don’t turn me down
It’s up, no comin’ down, turn me up
Is that purple I smell?
Bad b___h on my trail
Turnin’ up by myself
Bustdown on my left
I be doin’ my step
Gucci on all my belt (Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Racked up with them bales
Big blunts on my scale
Still screamin’ f–k 12
I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Turn up on these n___as, I been runnin’ up a bag now
Dolce and Gabbana, I got Gucci on my as^ now
I can hit your ho and I ain’t gotta put my MAC down
I been f–kin’ b___hs out in Houston back to Sac-town
Ooh, ooh
My b___h expensive, so I buy her Jimmy Choo-Choo
And b___h, I’m rollin’ like a train, hollerin’ choo-choo
I’m retarded in the brain, I got loose screws
Ain’t do no play, but that’s my dog like it’s Blues Clues
Never back down from a soul, you know me a warrior, me a warrior
I just hit the mall with your ho, and you know I’m spoilin’ her, yeah, I’m spoilin’ her (HD)
Is that purple I smell?
Bad b___h on my trail
Turnin’ up by myself
Bustdown on my left
I be doin’ my step
Gucci on all my belt (Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Racked up with them bales
Big blunts on my scale
Still screamin’ f–k 12
I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell (Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
HD
Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once
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