Joey Trap - Hold On lyrics

Hold on put your hair into bun
Ima take your somewhere
But you can't tell no one tell no one
Please don't tell no one
Ima take your somewhere
But please don't tell no one

Took her to the trap and we tried sum fun
Once it hit 12 o'clock
I ain't know what's goin on
And she ain't know what's going on
But she was down up in that thong
And she know she doing wrong
And she know she doing wrong
Cus she know she got a nigga
But she love to bump my songs
And she love to smoke my strong
And she love to smoke my strong
Before she pulled it out
I told that lil bit hold on
I told that lil bit hold

Hold on let me put my gold
Hold on lemme put my gold on
My dick ain't no tour bus but
She gon take a tour on
Got my Derick Rose on hit
Him with that one piece
My bitch look like nami cookin up like Sanji
And she just gave me sloppy I
Told her never mind me
I know that she a white girl
But swear she call me Papi
Speaker don't say boze on it
Hold up left the car on
Bricks gon start the car alarm
Ice all on my forearm
Pistol on my waist so you
Ain't gon cause me no harm
Gold all on my face
Yeah my teeth look like a lucky charm

Hold up lemme put my gold up
I got all these dancers that
Tryina take they close off
Wrist it look like prancer
3 hoes like I'm Santa xanax in my Fanta
A thousand on my Tv ya yah
I don't know these bitches why
They wanna see me yah yeah
Hold on put your hair into bun
Ima take your somewhere
But you can't tell no one
(You can't tell no one)
Bitch don't tell no one
(Bitch Don't tell no one)
Please don't Tell no one
(Bitch Don't tell no one)
Ima take your somewhere
(Bitch Don't tell no one)
But you can't tell no one
(YAH Bitch Don't tell no one)

Took her to the trap
(Bitch Don't tell no one)
And we tried sum fun (Bitch Don't Yah)
Once it hit 12 o'clock
I ain't know what's goin on
She ain't know what's going on
But she was down up in that thong
But she know she doing wrong
Cus she knew she got a nigga
But she love to bump my songs
And she love to smoke the strong
But she love to bump my songs

Put 5 grams in that mufuckin blunt
Roll it up smoke it up yo bitch in the cut
All My niggas really with the
Shit the fuck is up

That bitch really knew she was
Cheating on her nigga too
She straight up just walked in like
"Im with it"
Thats right, Thats right, thats right
Thats real it's Joey tRAP