Remi - Hold Up lyrics

[Verse 1: L-FRESH The LION] “Yo L can I touch your beard?” Awww hell nah man don't get near Cigarette stained hands and a breath full of beer You'd be lucky to get a handshake around here I be windscreen wiping people after a show Tryna have some conversations with some fans, you know Last thing I need is people touching my face when the show's ended And when I say no, they get all offended Yo what's with that? I can't understand it There's asking respectfully and there's those who demand it You don't own me, you never will Put your ignorance on ice man, you better chill I ain't here to be laughed at, I ain't here to be degraded My personal space isn't an issue up for debating My beard ain't a hipster trend but when I'm done explaining This chick comes by and asks “that's a nice beard, can I braid it?” [Chorus: L-FRESH The LION & Remi] Hold Up (x 7) And so I tell em Hold Up (x 7) So won't you tell em Hold Up (x 7) And so we say Hold Up (x 7) [Verse 2: Remi] Let me tell ya like this… The show's done, I'm chillin smoking reefer White girl named Tani, come up kissing my cheek Saying she really likes the way that I freak the (freak the what?) Freak the mic with many styles Now she want me to smile in one of her Fuji polaroid pictures It's all going so well, about to bid her farewell When she grabs one of her friends, Alicia, saying “Oh my God he looks so much like Wiz Khalifa” What? Girl, tell me you're on d** Tell me your vision's impaired or you were dropped on The side of your head as an infant by your drunk mum I know you think we all look alike but that's one dumb statement Now she's saying my flat top looks amazing Want to play with it like gorilla in cages I said, I want a Ferrari but that's not take place during our lifetime ladies Neither is you touching my noggin like tradies It's degrading and mildly racist But I know you have no idea so I politely say to ya Your behaviour's not okay, just hold up [Chorus: L-FRESH The LION & Remi] [Verse 3: L-FRESH The LION] Man, the sh** people be saying at gigs Yo, that's some of the stupidest sh** After a few drinks some'll get to ignorant quick And I gotta laugh coz if not it'd screw with my head Now the show's wrapped up, I pick my back pack up Thinking to myself there's no more cats around to act up But as I'm leaving with the band considering we're all finished I hear “hey that's a nice bag. I hope there's no bombs in it!”