Cory Mo - Hold Up lyrics

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Cory Mo - Hold Up lyrics

[Intro] Pay attention potna, Bout to do the damn thang, HOLD UP! If you gettin money gone do the damn thang, HOLD UP! What you need to do is fire up the damn thang, HOLD UP! f** a bottle im bout to buy the whole damn thang, HOLD UP! [Hook] x2 I done did dat befo, HOLD UP! I can get it for the low, HOLD UP! Get money at the doe, HOLD UP! But never trust no ho, HOLD UP! Jus keep it on da low, HOLD UP! Let cha bank roll grow, HOLD UP! You Awready no, HOLD UP! Im a Hustler fa sho, HOLD UP! [Verse 1: Cory Mo] I done been there done that bought the t-shirt Just sayin', do some research Take notes watch dem hoes twerk Keep pippin make dem hoes work b**h you looking at a certified P.I CountryRapTune Alumni for Lee.I., Move the f** around ho mind yo Bee.I Piss me off i might fuk yo beee'ach! Yup, sure will, for the simple fact that I am so trill Kush in the air, vodka on chill Already known what the business is Can I get a witness here Trying to run a legitimate business here Ya boy C`Mo finna win this year f** the dumb sh**, I'm goin in this year Took long enough, still got a fan base strong enough & a bag of Kush just a strong Don't need no mo I've blown enough Gotta luv the game tho Play safe, stay in ya lane doe No reason to explain fo, Fa'really doe! [Hook] [Verse 2: Big KRIT] b**h I'm bout paper Never could never pay for p**y Never will I ever trust a hater Have to back stab me in mine Cuz my shine is just so much greater Than the average muthaf**a wit a cape thats always down to save a Betta call you Captain Kirk or Spock to beam you up Krizzle why you so cold, the way I spit flows You think I came from the north pole The way I bring hoes, I could have done it with my mouth shut Or hands tied with my eyes closed I been this way since I was snot nose Forever deep in the street like a pothole I'm on the creep for a freak with a hot throat Could break a chick for a check & a high note Cuz I done did dat before [Hook] x2 [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] Suicide it's a suicide, trying to test me that's your foolish pride n***as get k**ed by the truest lie Like a teardrop fallin from the bluest eye Til the whites is the color of ruby skies I take it in stride man, the dude abides Give you the truth let you decide That's how Jesus got crucified Let it off cuz the pen is the gun I choose take aim with one eye closed One blow let you know it's mightier than the sword Cuz the wound from the plume don't never close Plus even if it close up still gonna scar a n***a so what I slice n***as like cold cuts, cuz these rap n***as so bu*t So I tell em geek down like J Dilla Donuts So the fake don't like me, I make muf**as get feisty Is you rollin muf**a yea I might be Cuz you knowing I'm the sugar honey iced tea Speed it up til we going at light speed Beat it up so bad that it might bleed Yeah you nuthin but a tourist go site see Before they buss yo head open to the white meat, uh! [Hook]

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