Iayze - Hold On lyrics
[Iayze - Hold On lyrics]
You wanna hold on for a second?
I'm finna pull off, too reckless
(I'm finna pull off)
It don't take nothin' to tell you soft
Pull up to the lot, pull the coupe off
Everybody notice when I go in the mall
(Go in the mall)
Pull up to the lot, pull the coupe off
And all I really want is you gone
In Benihana with Filet Mignon
When I go, I'll have a written stone
All I ever wanted to do is glow
(All I ever wanted to do is glow)
You wanna hold on for a second?
I'm in my house, I'm just blowing strong
I'm way too high, I just go to Mars
It ain't shit to go walk
Up in Saint Laurent, bitch, i ball
(Ball, ball, ball, ball)
I ain't with the texting
You have to shoot me a call (Call, call)
I'm in Texas, hopped in a convertible car
(Car, car, I'm always high out my mind
I'm livin' on Mars)
I done movеd on to the Perc's
And I fell out with bars
Rеmember way back in the Murda
Startin' all them wars wars (Wars, wars)
Kick the door to the trap
House to get the dope, we scored
Score (Score, score)
In the matte black Scat and I'm
Itching for bullets to pour
You wanna hold on for a second?
(You wanna hold on?)
I'm finna pull off, too reckless
(I'm finna pull off)
It don't take nothin' to tell you soft
Pull up to the lot, pull the coupe off
Everybody notice when I go in the mall
(Go in the mall)
You wanna hold on for a second?
I'm finna pull off, too reckless
It don't take nothin' to tell you soft
Pull up to the lot, pull the coupe off
Everybody notice when I go in the mall
(Go in the mall)
I'm finna pull off, too reckless
(I'm finna pull off)
It don't take nothin' to tell you soft
Pull up to the lot, pull the coupe off
Everybody notice when I go in the mall
(Go in the mall)
Pull up to the lot, pull the coupe off
And all I really want is you gone
In Benihana with Filet Mignon
When I go, I'll have a written stone
All I ever wanted to do is glow
(All I ever wanted to do is glow)
You wanna hold on for a second?
I'm in my house, I'm just blowing strong
I'm way too high, I just go to Mars
It ain't shit to go walk
Up in Saint Laurent, bitch, i ball
(Ball, ball, ball, ball)
I ain't with the texting
You have to shoot me a call (Call, call)
I'm in Texas, hopped in a convertible car
(Car, car, I'm always high out my mind
I'm livin' on Mars)
I done movеd on to the Perc's
And I fell out with bars
Rеmember way back in the Murda
Startin' all them wars wars (Wars, wars)
Kick the door to the trap
House to get the dope, we scored
Score (Score, score)
In the matte black Scat and I'm
Itching for bullets to pour
You wanna hold on for a second?
(You wanna hold on?)
I'm finna pull off, too reckless
(I'm finna pull off)
It don't take nothin' to tell you soft
Pull up to the lot, pull the coupe off
Everybody notice when I go in the mall
(Go in the mall)
You wanna hold on for a second?
I'm finna pull off, too reckless
It don't take nothin' to tell you soft
Pull up to the lot, pull the coupe off
Everybody notice when I go in the mall
(Go in the mall)