I Told Her Hold Up Shawty Smoking Zaza Out The Pack Lyrics

I Told Her Hold Up Shawty Smoking Zaza Out The Pack Lyrics sung by HD4President represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Touch Down 2 Cause Hell by Noah William Davis.

I Told Her Hold Up Shawty Smoking Zaza Out The Pack Lyrics

Baow, baow, baow
(B^^g, b^^g) baow, baow
(Ay, nah-nah-nah-nah) baow, baow, baow, baow
(Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah)
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once) HD

I say hold up
Shawty smokin’ zaza out the pack, I told her roll up
n muggin’ stupid, lookin’ crazy like they know us
You ain’t got no money, plus you bummy and you tore up
You pretty, but b , so what? (Hd)

Me and Boosie in the Maybach, good and full of liquor
Seen a cutie with some b^^ty, tryna jugg her with this pickle
All my n rollin’ Backwoods, they don’t f around with Swishers
I been f ‘ on his b , I just was f ‘ on her sister (yeah)
Leanin’ off the juice, b , I got Wock’ up in my double cup
Baby gettin’ money, but lil’ b know you can’t f with us
Thirty grand stuffed up in my jeans, yeah, it’s up with us (got some bands, n )
p n , you ain’t ’bout that s , so what you buckin’ for?

I touched down at 11:45 (11:45)
Big old bustdown and a Draco when I slide
I f with 54, that swim team, they gon’ dive
I said, “b , don’t turn me down” (no)
It’s up, no comin’ down, turn me up
Is that purple I smell?
Bad b on my trail
Turnin’ up by myself
Bustdown on my left

I be doin’ my step (Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Gucci on all my belt
Racked up with them bales
Big blunts on my scale
Still screamin’, “f 12”

I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Turn up on these n , I been runnin’ up a bag now
Dolce and Gabbana, I got Gucci on my as now
I can hit your ho and I ain’t gotta put my MAC down

I been f ‘ b out in Houston back to Sac-town
Ooh, ooh
My b expensive, so I buy her Jimmy Choo-Choo
And b , I’m rollin’ like a train, hollerin’, “Choo-choo”
I’m retarded in the brain, I got loose screws
Ain’t do no play, but that’s my dog like it’s Blues Clues
Never back down from a soul, you know me a warrior, me a warrior
I just hit the mall with your ho
And you know I’m spoilin’ her, yeah, I’m spoilin’ her (HD)
Is that purple I smell?
Bad b on my trail
Turnin’ up by myself
Bustdown on my left

I be doin’ my step (Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Gucci on all my belt
Racked up with them bales
Big blunts on my scale
Still screamin’, “f 12”

I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell (Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
HD
(Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)

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