Hold Up Ringtones

Ayy, yo, Bandplay Uh, uh Uh (let the Band play), uh Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up, hold up (hold up) We was down for so long, didn't have no choice but to go up (go up) Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up Pour up, pour up, pour up (pour up) Spendin' racks in Neimans on my girl, watchin' her glow up (woo) Rich nigga still in the neighborhood store eatin' cold cuts (yeah) Street nigga, bitch, I'm in the Bentley doin' donuts (yeah) Taught myself how to get millions, ain't nobody show us (it's Dolph) Front my young nigga 50 'bows told him, "Lil' nigga, grow up" (it's Dolph) Uncle Vic told me, "Stay down with this shit 'til it blow up" (I got you) Smokin' on some shit you not, got Wock-Wock in my soda (dirty) Used to sign for the packs now I sign T-shirts and posters (it's Dolph) Drop 500 racks to drop the top on that new Rolls truck (woo, uh) Balenciaga the drip (it's Dolph) First class, Dubai, take a trip (it's Dolph) Spend a little bit, stack all the chips (stack it up) I walk in Margiela and go crazy (woo) Can't get money with me, you too lazy (uh-uh) One thing I ain't never did was Never, ever, ever let a bitch play me (hell nah, sorry) I-I-I-I put it down in the city, now I'm up, nigga (hey) I used to eat a hundred P's just for lunch, nigga (woo) I got fuck niggas recruitin' other fuck niggas Hustle hard, ain't no such thing as luck, nigga Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up, hold up (hold up) We was down for so long, didn't have no choice but to go up (go up) Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up Pour up, pour up, pour up (pour up) Spendin' racks in Neimans on my girl, watchin' her glow up (woo) Rich nigga still in the neighborhood store eatin' cold cuts (yeah) Street nigga, bitch, I'm in the Bentley doin' donuts (yeah) Taught myself how to get millions, ain't nobody show us (it's Dolph) Front my young nigga 50 'bows told him, "Lil' nigga, grow up" (it's Dolph) Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up, hold up (hold up) I just poured an eight of codeine in a Coca-Cola (raw) I make it look too easy, I carry my whole hood on my shoulders (damn) If money not in the equation, please do not approach us (swear to God) Cut my day-one nigga off because of jealousy (damn) Every day, I'ma get fresh and pour up medicine (dirty) Poured too much syrup by mistake because I'm heavy-handed Bitch, I'm the plug best friend, you just a middleman (ayy, fuck them niggas) I don't fuck with them niggas, I'm cut from a different cloth (yeah, yeah) Ask your CEO and your rap friends why they hate Dolph (ha) Rich nigga how I pop it on 'em (pop it) The top come off, so I dropped it on 'em Paid 30K over sticker price, I had to cop it on 'em (woo) Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Hold up, hold up, hold up (hold up) We was down for so long, didn't have no choice but to go up (go up) Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up Pour up, pour up, pour up (pour up) Spendin' racks in Neimans on my girl, watchin' her glow up (woo) Rich nigga still in the neighborhood store eatin' cold cuts (yeah) Street nigga, bitch, I'm in the Bentley doin' donuts (yeah) Taught myself how to get millions, ain't nobody show us (it's Dolph) Front my young nigga 50 'bows told him, "Lil' nigga, grow up" (it's Dolph) Yeah Ayy, I remember my mom and dad was livin' in a one-room shack Nowadays, I wake up in a mansion Huh I remember my mom and dad didn't even have a car I don't wanna get started to nowadays, man, huh Ayy, man, half of that shit out there in my driveway I can't even spell that shit, man On God Huh It's Dolph! (it's Dolph! It's Dolph!) (It's Dolph! It's Dolph! It's Dolph!) (It's Dolph! It's Dolph! It's Dolph!) (It's Dolph! It's Dolph! It's Dolph!) (Paper Route Business)

Hold up, they don't love you like I love you Slow down, they don't love you like I love you Back up, they don't love you like I love you Step down, they don't love you like I love you Can't you see there's no other man above you? What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you Hold up, they don't love you like I love you Oh, down, they don't love you like I love you Something don't feel right Because it ain't right Especially comin' up after midnight I smell your secrets, and I'm not too perfect To ever feel this worthless How did it come down to this? Scrolling through your call list I don't wanna lose my pride, but I'ma fuck me up a bitch Know that I kept it sexy, you know I kept it fun There's something that I'm missing? Maybe my head for one What's worst, lookin' jealous or crazy? Jealous or crazy? Or like being walked all over lately, walked all over lately I'd rather be crazy Hold up, they don't love you like I love you Slow down, they don't love you like I love you Back up, they don't love you like I love you Step down, they don't love you like I love you Can't you see there's no other man above you? What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you Hold up, they don't love you like I love you Slow down, they don't love you like I love you Let's imagine for a moment That you never made a name for yourself Or master wealth, they had you labeled as a king Never made it out the cage, still out there movin' in them streets Never had the baddest woman in the game up in your sheets Would they be down to ride? No They used to hide from you, lie to you But y'all know we were made for each other So I find you and hold you down Me sing se Hold up, they don't love you like I love you Slow down, they don't love you like I love you Back up, they don't love you like I love you Step down, they don't love you like I love you Can't you see there's no other man above you? What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you Hold up, they don't love you like I love you Slow down, they don't love you like I love you Hey, this such a shame You let this good love go to waste I always give that top tier, 5 star Backseat lovin' in the car Like make that wood, like make that wood Holly like a boulevard What's worse, lookin' jealous or crazy? Jealous and crazy? Or like been walked all over lately, walked all over lately I'd rather be crazy Hold up, they don't love you like I love you Slow down, they don't love you like I love you Back up, they don't love you like I love you Step down, they don't love you like I love you Can't you see there's no other man above you? What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you Hold up, they don't love you like I love you Oh, down, they don't love you like I love you I hop up off my bed and get my swag on I look in the mirror, say, what's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? I hop up off my bed and get my swag on I look in the mirror, say, what's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?

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Yeah, nigga, yeah, south suicide Queens That's right, Q U, nigga, yea yea Shit like that, know what Im sayin', put these drinks up Ya heard? Let's do this right, what? Yo Hold up, this is for my thugs on the block For my one stop niggaz that be huggin' the spot Sittin' on crates, gettin' loaded, get that cake Dodgin' drinks, spit and hafta cover they face Kick some tye, big truck with tricks inside In too deep, tryna sell bricks from the side See no games, with real niggaz from other hoods Car titles get lost, some niggaz get jooked But God forgive me if a nigga cross the fam Holdin' the heat, the streets'll make me force ya hand From my wild crew, sets the new guns off the roof To them slick dudes, hot and they workin' the phone booth 'Cuz Lord, knows, I'm gonna reload and bust back Incredible gats, indicted for a federal rap They ain't duck low enough, shots shredded they hat Murdered and gone, nigga, it's a medical fact Hold up, this is for my gangsta team And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy Hold up, this is for my gangsta team And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy Hold up, this is for my chicks in the spot All my bus stop bitches that be pushin' them drops Playin' the gate, get it ma, get those papes Hustle that face, seven G's below ya waist Project chick, dippin' whips, cruisin' the strip Gettin' money for tuition, go to school and she strip Kill in the club, when niggaz dicks get hard Murda mami, set you up and niggaz bricks get robbed Help her soul if a chick try to set my team I'm tying her up, rep till the death of Queens All my staircase niggaz keep flippin' the jun's All my outta state niggaz keep gettin them ones Guns in the air, hit you with invisible glocks That mean you never see it comin' nigga, fifty two shots I'm takin' ya block nigga, if you like it or not You either roll or get rushed, I guess not Hold up, this is for my gangsta team And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy Hold up, this is for my gangsta team And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy Sticky fingaz, the nigga that be stickin' them spots For all my gun-cock niggards, that be bustin' off shots Lay in the straight, black mask raidin' ya gate Show me ya safe before I put two in ya face Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all lookin' for whips Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin' on bricks Bloody ice-pick fights in the yard Ten times outta ten, step to me and ya life get scarred Shoot outs in broad daylight, bustin' at feds Dirty cops with a ki of coke, bring 'em out dead For my jail niggaz, stashin' bangers deep in they cots For my grimy niggaz, hidin' under cars from cops Empty the glock, hitchu with disposable gats Bust you, wipe it off, throw it away, it's a rap What nigga? I see you back in the hood scrap Turn ya Benz to a coffin nigga, straight like that Hold up, this is for my gangsta team And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy Hold up, this is for my gangsta team And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy Hold up South suicide Queens, enjoy South suicide Queens, enjoy