Jae Millz

Jae Millz - Hold On lyrics

rate me

I switch flows like many can switch clothes

Call my lady the bad lady, she just switch and go

When she walk, even her switch glow

Nice frame, and she pose like she in Vogue

And I ain’t talking ‘bout the group, I’m talking the magazine

Like Martin, I have a dream, next, to get rich enough that I don’t give a fuck

Have an estate, like Gatsby, party and light it up

They down cleaning my success, but I don’t give a flock

Can anybody get crossed by someone you didn’t trust?

(Word) Top down on the Jeep

Cuffin’ on sour and the sweets

Sprinkle powder on the street

Toss the coffin in the stash

Fuck my money up, you tossing bad shots

No glass. Who cares? I’m a true Harlem nigga till I pass

Keep on topping that stick, get it down to her ass

Niggas counting me out, I was down to my last

Had to bounce back like money made off the ropes

I don’t play, I don’t choke, when it come at the flow

I run circles around these niggas like I’m lapping ‘em

Left the club in a Sedan, like damn, too many hoes ran outta space

Started lapping ‘em

Call me Sugar Jay Lenard, what’s for dinner?

Roundhouse rappers, upper cut balls, no jabbing ‘em

The rap game used to be lyrical

Now your name don’t mean shit if you ain’t digital

Tweet my mind and rhymes, motherfucking interview

But this hollow flying your body, give it the inner view

I need a few rocks, then I spend a few

If I miss something, design it in my lady (???)

A couple of jams, I been in a few

Down ass bitch, using a pencil, when all the time she holding number two

T-bone, steaks and champagne

We holding everything, it’s the campaign

New York blood in my veins, but y’all can’t change

I come fuck shit up and leave, like I can’t pay any

Hold on to your love, baby

Just enjoy this god dick, don’t go love crazy

Think he blew spur and the gut’s gravy

And these niggas is meatloaf, I’m deep roast

Back off, no injury, not a bit of sympathy

Rappers out jumping, but they flappin’ on pretend to be

Harder than you are, going wood, ain’t no friend to me

Like, Millz, what you saw? I guess we gotta wait and see

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