Letra de 'Hold Me Down' de Travis Thompson

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Li- li- li- li- little bit of Hen' in a red cup
Tryina feel alive in a dead spot
Little music playing in the background
Little dirty kids with their hands out, hands up
Little bit of twelve in the function
Them opioids, them poster boys'
Gotta little bit of product in the book bag
Lil bit, lil bit, lit bit, lil bit, lil bitch in the right spot, ayy
Little kid with a nice watch, ayy
Said he cousin Chris, when he say he coming over
So, my mama said to keep him outta my house
Little kid with a big crew
Dirty money, but our hoes in his new trues
Tried to show me how to get it
But I'm pussy and he know it, so he helped me to some clients (?)
With some new shoes, dead stock true blues (?)
Need a new life style, ayy
Need some food stamps and an iPad, ayy
Need a cool whip for the late night dip spot
Unzip, park, with the seat back, seat back
Lean back, oh my God, ayy
You too good for me, though
Got a grip, but Abus make me think that I don't need those

I play no games, can't save me baby, all about my paper lately
All I did was monetize the motherfucking stares they gave me

Hold me down, never hold me back, and I run my mouth
Cause you always run back cause you love my ass, now
Hold me down, never hold me back, and I run my mouth
But you always run back cause you love my ass, now
Hold me down, never hold me back, and I run my mouth
But you always run back cause you love my ass, now

Brandon and Avy with dates in the bio (?)
Sort through assortments, I never reply though
Said she back home for the week from her college
She pulled up on Travy cause it's been a while
I grew up on Cudi, got fans in Ohio
Smell like Seattle, on trains in Manhattan
On Melrose with stains, but I'm out here for rapping
So, how could you hate from back home, man that's tragic
(I'm, I'm, I'm)
Still doing me, and I'm doing it well
Now I'm twenty with a baby-face, and better a town (?)
I'm tryina better it now, I'm still tryina get my wack out
And backpacks is in the back of a packed house
You back track, but give me dap when I pass 'round
Like, it's a secret to break the ceiling in a glass town
Admit it to yourself, bitch, you wack now
Shit, yeah, enough of that now
See, I had enough of this-that, hey
See, I had enough of chit-chat, hey
The bitch moves, and the click rap
When the check comes, I never miss that (shit, never miss that)
Spit facts, I ain't fairy tellin' on no bitch rap
Pick a pussy, know a pussy, we see right through it
See the pussy, eat the pussy, put a pipe through it
Too many water cup kids making sprite music
Oh my God, just save me lord
This year y'all gon' pay me more
This year I'm gon' make somethin' of myself
What y'all take me for, but Sean's here right now
I don't blame me, tunnel vision on a white gown
Picket fence, my table in a nice house
If it's forever, why you rushing on a right now?
But, right now

Hold me down, never hold me back, and I run my mouth
But you always run back cause you love my ass, now
Hold me down, never hold me back, and I run my mouth
But you always run back cause you love my ass, now

Hold me down (down)
Never hold me back (back)
And I run my mouth (mouth)
But you always run back cause you love my ass, now
Hold me down (down)
Never hold me back (back)
And I run my mouth (mouth)
But you always run back cause you love my ass, now

La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-laaahhh
(But, I love what I do, and we never come back, no)
La, la-la, la-la
La, la-la, la-laaahhh
(But, I love what I do, and we never come back, no)