LA VanGogh - Hold It Down lyrics

[Hook] P-O-P hold it down (repeat 4x) [Intro] Fuego That's Fuego Fuego That's Fuego Jup Lil boi' Yah [Verse 1] Shapeshifter (jup) Got nothing but love for all my brothers and sisters (mama I love ya) Got nothing but d** for all the scum in my system (lowkey though) Need nothing but plug for all my poetic n***as Hustlas, hittas, franklin billas, chasing scrilla I feel ya Knew ya just, knew ya had to be something Went away to school excusing my slumber But I never broke down like a prime number If love is a blunt I hope we burn slow, reality hits I hope we don't choke But if we happen to burn in vain, save the roaches rekindle old flames Put one in the air with ya boy Don't try parallels with ya boy Sorry for you but new news You gone need more than a Bluetooth to compare with ya boy LA VanGogh or Fuego it's the same But you knew me way back like scales in bed frames Knew me way back before the gold frames Like bleach on black we used to make stains (hold it dine) And it was all good bout a week ago (Schmoney dance) Now, we grown up and we tweakin' When slap turned to fist and push came to shove And falls turned to flights just tripping on us From piecing peace up to cla**es I cut Just know it's all love on all of the above [Pre-Hook] Rain, rain Go away Clouds you can stay 'Cause it's ninety-six degrees And the seats in the whip get hot from the sun's shining rays But, f** it [Hook] P-O-P hold it down (repeat 4x) When it p-o-p you gon' hold it down, hold it down When it p-o-p i'ma hold it down, hold it down When it p-o-p you gon' hold it down, hold it down When it p-o-p i'ma hold it down, hold it down [Verse 2] Boston lager, got some things Milwaukee brewing (huh?) Ain't exactly proud of all the things I'm doing (They sayin' I drove the getaway car) Fast money ain't no upper cla** money Slow money better than no money Tired of getting faded, man my homie just went bald, ima need me that Afro money I heard summer coming better hide ya lives Looking for a sweet lick hide your hives Bees in the trap make pies and the shooters on point Dot your tees and cross your eyes Cross yourself Head to chest, shoulder to shoulder Seen a clipper shoot off by the lake or by state It musta been Lamar, it was over a 7 he owed him That's only a quarter Identity crisis, oh Dionysus I need you in my corner Been fighting temptation and Otis been kicking my a** for the longest When life was David Ruffin And I was feeling blue I knew I'd count on you like fingers I use for touchin' We traveled between here and Motown like nothin' And I swear it was all good 'bout a week ago Now I'm grown up and I'm tweakin' When slap turned to fist and push came to shove And falls turned to flights just tripping on us From piecing peace up to cla**es I cut Just know it's all love on to father from son [Pre-Hook] [Hook] [End] When it p-o-p you gon' hold it down, hold it down When it p-o-p i'ma hold it down, hold it down When it p-o-p you gon' hold it down, hold it down When it p-o-p i'ma hold it down, hold it down