Likwuid, P. SO, Donwill - Hold That (Faybels) lyrics

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang hold that
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang) hold that uh

Her pen's scribbling, moving kinda fast
Her mouth's writing checks that
Her ass can't cash
Overdrawn amounts, chicks with limited credit
I ain't budging
You out your budget and forever indebted
Clocked that borrowed time on
A negative balance
The forecast said I'm a reign on your palace
Y'all be playing checkers 'cause
Your chess moves worthless
Be trying to crown kings when
Queens running the surface
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang en passant, blind
Still scratching the surface
I showed Harlem love
So she love me on purpose
Something like a crush who got
Married to a jerk:
You just want her to leave him
So y'all can live perfect
Trying to black ball me
When your melanin tan-like
Never be a star, your demeanor is fan-like
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang sensitive blouse wearers
Trying to front like you man-like
You picked the wrong "beach"
I'm eroding your sand like
It's high tide, about a mile wide
Hustlers move in silence
Leave the talking to the ties
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang but y'all don't pay attention and
Ain't owned up yet
'Cause you the type that can't
Afford to cash reality checks so hold that

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, b, b, b
B hold That hold That hold That
Hold That hold That
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, b, b, b
B hold That hold That hold That

I hit her with the nice pearl necklace
She had me for dinner so
I ate her for breakfast
After a couple weeks
She started acting reckless
I had to go highway on her and make my exit
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang next day, 4-2 unread texts
Is she possessed and shit? This
Ex needs a exorcist
I ain't trying to sound pessimist
But she stalks like a specialist
Women can be beautiful
But some are next to bitch
A real sweetheart will switch
And do aggressive shit
But some of y'all dudes be
Acting like some jealous pricks
Insecure men, possessive dicks
The prerequisite to true love is selflessness
But some of y'all be on some selfish shit
You keep milking it
'til your lover be stressed with fists
Same song, you know the rest of it
Love is a war zone
Miscommunicate, but we speaking without
Our clothes on
Loosing self control and we trying
To blame it on hormones
Constantly I'm checking my message
Shit is my phone on?
Bang, bang, bang, b, b, b, b
Snap, your hoe back is so fat, you know that
Here go my number, baby you hold that

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, b, b, b
B hold That hold That hold That
Hold That hold That
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, b, b, b
B hold That hold That hold That

Little rule of thumb
Something I came up with:
I don't fuck with folks that
My folk don't fuck with
Aye man, it don't get more layman
No plainer way to say it
I don't speak another language
And I ain't gotta frame it politely
You ain't gotta like me
That's for Facebook, this real life b
Besides, I can sense a bad vibe
Man you killing my mood
I can't let that ride that's right
I ran a back ground check
Funny acting mother fucker
How you not clowned yet?
Pso said no go (that's not enough)
Likwuid said you ain't shit (you outta luck)
We all agree, you got a trash personality
And I don't fake smile homeboy it ain't in me
I've never been one to hold back
So hold that!

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, b, b, b
B hold That hold That hold That
Hold That hold That
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, b, b, b
B hold That hold That hold That