Rich Homie Quan - Hold Us lyrics

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Rich Homie Quan - Hold Us lyrics

[Intro: PeeWee Longway] Dun Deal on the motherf**in' track Thugger, Quan Ya'll know what's happenin' [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] If we get locked up by the night I know those folk gone try and hold us Got grams for n***as on white And we keep seals for n***as who poured up Trappin' all night in skinny jeans, got a bankroll that won't fold up Shootin' at n***as like they cameraman and that what we call exposure And we get locked up by tonight I know those folk gone try and hold us Got grams for n***as all white, and we keep seals for n***as who poured up Living life never sober My ring looking like a solar And if we get locked up by the night, I know those folks gone try and hold us [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan + Young Thug] Try and (?), and I can't say hold up Big (bs) lifestyle, Thugger need two bucks I can't treat a b**h like a queen, I don't even know her She slime ain't nothin' I'mma show her Pull up in the Bentley, no chauffeur Backwood, MPA smoke campus White b**h drive a black beamer, have you seen it? White b**h kiss white b**h, did they mean that? I know those hoes ain't mean that This year a whole lotta cash made sh** a whole lotta cash man I need a first aid kit along with band aid You know why? Thug bleed like a motherf**in' vampire More carrots then a motherf**in' damn pie OG is what i smoke by Fingernails got fungi, fungi Im a real n***a, you a fun guy Runnin bands up without Illuminati You better off coachin' in syri [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] If we get locked up by the night I know those folk gone try and hold us Got grams for n***as on white And we keep seals for n***as who poured up Trappin' all night in skinny jeans, got a bankroll that won't fold up Shootin' at n***as like they cameraman and that what we call exposure And we get locked up by tonight I know those folk gone try and hold us Got grams for n***as all white, and we keep seals for n***as who poured up Living life never sober My ring looking like a solar And if we get locked up by the night, I know those folks gone try and hold us [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan + Young Thug] I don't talk to 12, I don't like conversation Heard my n***a Pee got them bails all across the nation Smell it before you taste it Last time I went to jail, I beat all my cases Mail, that's a risk you takin' Ever since I found my cell, she been on my (?) You can throw that b**h in water, but you still can't save her b**hes f**in if you famous (Rich Homie, baby) And you know I can't forget about PeeWee, Thugger, Rich Homie, k** these n***as I'm with PeeWee and double trouble, tool box, drill these b**hes Who got 20 tissues? I'm sh**tin' on ya'll And we workin', even though 12 is lurking [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] If we get locked up by the night I know those folk gone try and hold us Got grams for n***as on white And we keep seals for n***as who poured up Trappin' all night in skinny jeans, got a bankroll that won't fold up Shootin' at n***as like they cameraman and that what we call exposure And we get locked up by tonight I know those folk gone try and hold us Got grams for n***as all white, and we keep seals for n***as who poured up Living life never sober My ring looking like a solar And if we get locked up by the night, I know those folks gone try and hold us [Verse 3: PeeWee Longway] Out there we juggin', play those houses turn them b**hes to the trenches Trappin', ninja Givenchies, bankrolls on me ain't (bending) In them velcros just sippin' How the hell I'm trippin'? No prescription for this medicine, how the hell I'm sippin'? One bu*ton I'm pushin', Audi A7 or 80 Deviled up and I'm Kid Cudi ghost ridin' with you lady s**ing on my dick like 8 Mile, She choke her like Slim Shady 40 pointers on my pinky ring, f** 12 cause they know they hatin' Longway [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] If we get locked up by the night I know those folk gone try and hold us Got grams for n***as on white And we keep seals for n***as who poured up Trappin' all night in skinny jeans, got a bankroll that won't fold up Shootin' at n***as like they cameraman and that what we call exposure And we get locked up by tonight I know those folk gone try and hold us Got grams for n***as all white, and we keep seals for n***as who poured up Living life never sober My ring looking like a solar And if we get locked up by the night, I know those folks gone try and hold us .

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