Artist: Wale Album: N/A (0000) Title: Hold Yuh Freestyle
Lyrics Hold Yuh Freestyle[Wale] Ok I'm Wale but you can call me nada my momma old G which makes me a Don Dada momma say I'm a cutta cuz my hair like a shotta the feds like to follow cause my bread like to knot up so roll up the Marley my eyes are low up in this party I'm looking for a (?) Louie where my eyes at Prada where my feets at you aint gon find that ask me where my mind at you could never find out ride nine nine five haters in my eye sight more about nothing muthaf-cker better download (?) my DL's on the down load keep em in the closet MJ Noami I don't need no friends (?) my broad is a trophy broads out Moco broads out Southeast Killer stay uptown, load NBA trick never give my heart to hoes that want my play sh-t gold digger sonar, roam like it aint nothing (?) but look what I made from it Carmelo straight stuntin purple label 8 hundred I better get the four Rose had the summer read n-gga sh-t ATL was sippin them Magic city sippin them Gucci (?) cover my dreads I think I'm Gilligan I don't really mess with the feds (?) if they not talking no bread than we aint listening straight lane Kiffen them we aint playing for rings and that trophy I mention before I let em keep Reggie Bush Im murking my Kardashian (car dash in) might as well crash and pass it to Miles Austin thats how I'm going, hoes want but now I'm on A couple poems a couple songs and now its on and this woman is loving the way that I perform (?) Shout out my n-gga miles they stop the whole game everytime I come around and me and them rappers don't share no common ground I'ma a sphere they a square they can't even come around I aint finished yet, I aint finished yet bitches love me, houston like spinach dip (?) get it I got that cold flow, Winnepeg this is work I am in a different World, Winnefred Tulisa all black Caprices, (?) so far gone going on (?) and me and my broads (?) and (?) so everytime I treat em in the mall I gotta re-up and ya'll gotta relax talking bout that he wack or they be reminscing over you word to P-Rock riding in a CL, hope I never see jail and even if I do I know my momma gon be well (?) love em whether she know it, the youngest outta two see (?) while she grown up when they hate I never give a whole f-ck I have sh-t purple haze purple half cents I have dollars for a young'un never had sense I have sins so my parents never had lent now I'm getting it everything lavish I'm ballin LeBron low punch I was maverick Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards and i just want to hold her she all that I can handle
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