Peter Jackson

Peter Jackson - Hold Up lyrics

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Feat. YG & MazzeDon’t worry ‘bout that babe, I come too late

You’re safe girl, don’t trip

(Hook)

You will get the thing, x 2

In night

Baby give it up one time x 2

Cuz baby if you let me I can hit it til the morning light

Baby give it up one time x 2

Gotta miss sayin’ hold up, hold up, hold up,

Will you move that ass around

Gotta miss sayin’ hold up, hold up, hold up,

Baby bring that ass down ,

Let me see it doing hold up, hold up, hold up,

Will you move that ass down, got it mess like

Hold up, hold up, hold up,

Baby bring that ass down ,

Let me see it doing hold up, hold up, hold up,

(Verse)

Have her flip it in the bedroom

Fucking in the car cuz your truck got hit room

I’m in LA cuz i win that hit cold hand

Nah, tell lie, I got a bitch here

Put it down, she dance, she get money

Two banz square, was a Play Boy bunny

It’s so ill thou, baby know the drill thou

From the drum shit, fucking with no weirdo

Nah, I won’t love, love, love her

It’s not my bitch I just, just fuck her

She like the rap and if she don’t like suck it

She fuck promoted, she don’t bay cover

(Hook)

(Verse)

Let’s talk about it, motherfuck that,

Let’s beat about that

I heard that pussy good, let’s see about it

Gave her my name and my number, now my address

Cuz this good dick, have to pullin’ out, now it’s asking

And I ain’t hit that, I just wanna hit that

Sure he hit your bitch, cuz I hit ‘em back

And I’m a real nigga, hell nah

I gave back to the hood, I’mma save ya

But the dummy still fucking with the bitch

What you’ll blow like

I bet you find brings and do it like shit

You get it on the couch, in the car, in the room, in the sink

My Jamaican bitch she was like, suck me

(Hook)

(Verse)

Boy I could pay the bills yeah

Real shit, I think about a mil’ yeah

About 2 but baby I got a bitch too

Voila, I figure you gonna like too

What up baby girl, what up DJ.?

Ain’t shit, see I fuck ‘em all 3 ways

Many strip ha, ninety four ways cuz

House body, on the sponce won’t spend it ya

They ain’t got a deal, just spending on summer money

It ain’t tricking then I fly, ain’t got mamy

Been there in my head and it’s on mamy

Cool she say on my fading and she all on me

(Hook)

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