Besedila:
Hold On Kid Here Is Your Song

anymore I won't say it to your face You never said it to mine, So here is your song I hope one day you'll hear it And feel the way that I felt On the

, here's where you belong I ain't perfect, but I promise I won't do you wrong Keep you away from harm, my love is protected I'll wrap you in my arms so

Cee I want niggas to feel threatened Stop your blood clot crying The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying You niggas' jeans too tight Your colors too bright, your

soundscan said homey(word up bitch) niggas is trash yall came up in our spot but yall is ass niggas gettin milk on in there face(hold that) lil' niggas

Cee I want niggas to feel threatened Stop your blood clot crying The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying You niggas' jeans too tight Your colors too bright, your

in advance This is to Alisha, Camren, Mashone and Don If you fuck with Pimp Pickle, baby, show me your thong Get your big ass up hoe, you know this is your song

mate, make me feel like they got nothing on me Just to taste your lips plus your voice is calming I know it's hard babe 'cause I'm always on tour But my love is

Let's go Put my seatbelt on Kitt Stop right here, where we at? Shotty part of Brooklyn it gets rough out here Kitt (Michael's callin', I have to go)

thing spittin', so go warn your clique Them niggas y'all look up to, is on my dick Sauce motherfuckin' born to hit I get so far up in your ass, think I was on