"Hold On (Shut Up)" as written by and Stephen Paul Thomas Ian Bland....
I don't gang bang, hoe, I just gang bang these hoes,
And I keep like eight days roll then I face them after my shows
And I got you mutant, bro, on my dingalang when she swing in here like an urangutan
But you don't really want a part of me, 'cause everyone at my place bang around
Ok, ok, my skin white like cocaine, walked up, I don't hold trains, I like keep it up, but this low sucks
Pro paid, pro paid, fuck that shit like propane, I'm east side of my domaine, but that kick more shit than Lou King

Now hold up, shut up, who remembers my come up?
Who remembers my protest when I had no full for my stomach?
Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it chill?
'Cause if they don't remember, gonna kick their butt, them hoes remember me

Hollaback two phones, I don't call shit, wild boy, 'cause I stole shit
Rain jerk 'cause I moshpit in this ace stand of anarchists
My heart is in Arctic, burn one and get car sick,
Floating like a carpet, bitch, I'm higher than a starship
Predator so I came, bro, you ain't think I got paid first
Put that pussy out the frame, you ain't think that bitch gave birth
All these years you would think that I hate church
And they say "thou shall not steal", but fuck that, I'll take her

Now hold up, shut up, who remembers my come up?
Who remembers my protest when I had no full for my stomach?
Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it chill?
'Cause if they don't remember, gonna kick their butt, them hoes remember me

Hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up

Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it chill?
'Cause I don't remember them bitch is better them hoes remember me

Hold me with these hoes, hold me with these niggers,
Fuck niggers, bitches, too, all I see is these figures
I'm in that zone, have a fatty life, I ain't seeing them niggers,
Chances here, chances are of three on three with these niggers
Homeboy no bright, all rappers no white
To all her friends give her my friends so we can be friends with our right
Seen girl, we got one, scene girl and I got one
See me, I'm a real nigger, burn that niggers, eating that one
Chop on me with no bite, eighteen brown niggers, no white
You can bet a nigger for set, nigger, ten out of tens, no white
Tell 'em what's not in load, what I hate, what a real handsome nigger, now wait
Take my roll and like 'em like a roll to derby, put my shoes on and I skate
Say you don't like me, nigger, you know me, nigger,
See a sound of me, that's hate
Say you wanna rap about me, wanna talk about me, now lead the city, that's fate
Say it's coming back and this locking up sound like me, that's fake
Say you don't rap with me, you don't fuck with me,
Instead you fuck around me, that's great

Now hold up, shut up, who remembers my come up?
Who remembers my protest when I had no full for my stomach?
Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it chill?
'Cause if they don't remember, gonna kick their butt, them hoes remember me

Hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up

Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it chill?
'Cause I don't remember them bitch is better them hoes remember me


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

"Hold On" as written by Stephen Paul Thomas Ian Bland

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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