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I Wanna Hold hold you girl. Wanna Hold you. Don't make me hurt my hand again. Hold you girl. Every bitch who gave me money Had to come right back. If she run off on a pimp, I know She come right back. What the fuck you think You doing? That was some light cash. Renegade blade runner, why you be like that? Real niggas stomp down, no, we don't like that. I was gone for a minute, but grabbed the Mic back. Labels holler, but they never giving the Right back. I send that bitch up to New York, she send it right back. I fuck around and get to it, I'm just A P-ho. Blue and red make green, Shout outs Puerto Rico. Real niggas never fold, stick to the G code. West waves to the 2L, I bet the streets Know. Remember days when I was living out the MoMo. Fast-forward, now a nigga out with slow-mo. Told her switch the game up, it's money on The strip, ho. Always got ten toes, Out of state, get low. I wanna hold you, hold you girl. I don't give a fuck where y'all at, where At. And I'll be where I be. Fucking pimp, I gotta go where every ho want Me to be, I be confused. Motherfucker tell her, "Don't make me hurt my hand Again." Hold you girl. Out in 707, looking for my bitch. Riding up Magazine, like I'm from the clique. Get rich, break a bitch, coming from the hip. When I bust, clear the scene or get your Ass hit. It ain't nothing, G ain't fronting, Bitch I could teach you something. Fuck your attitude, you can't fuck with me for Nothing. Let's hit Hawaii on the red-eye. Your nigga don't know shit about nothing but getting High. Leave him behind, change your life, be a Star overnight. Leave that lame shit alone, Go and do the shit right. It only happen once, fuck everybody else. Let's make it happen for us, get that cash And go nuts. Now I done met a whole Lot of bitches that fucked a whole lot of Niggas. Sleeping on pallets with a sink full of Dirty dishes. They had a whole lot to say, And singing now till this day. I ain't gon' play, I'm getting paid, so get Out the way, bitch. Ooh, baby. Don't talk about it. Strangers. Would you kiss me? Strangers. It's too soon to talk about love