Lyrics Moshe - Kiddish Klub feat. Low J
Hold
it
down
never
fake
no
shit
Never
fall
down
when
i
take
that
hit
Got
a
close
crowd
Keep
it
safe
thats
it
Got
a
lotta
fake
niggas
Tryna
break
that
shit
Hold
it
down
never
fake
no
shit
Never
fall
down
when
i
take
that
hit
Got
a
close
crowd
Keep
it
safe
thats
it
Got
a
lotta
fake
niggas
Tryna
break
that
shit
Many
more
Problems
Run
em
off
Joggin
Moment
Of
Silence
Smoke
in
my
Sleep
Got
a
pillow
full
of
ganja
Know
a
muh
fuh
kuh
Gonna
kill
'em
all
With
kindness
Know
Wollmoney
Hittin'
licks
No
bitin'
Priceless
I
don't
really
trust
Nobody
I
don't
really
answer
Don't
call
me
I
don't
really
dance
That
often
Imma
keep
it
real
Til'
the
coffin
More
sentimental
value
No
market
Petty
ass
lil
bitch
Made
me
nauseous
Mufuka
really
feel
it
When
he
coughin'
Kiddish
on
lock
And
we
gotta
Shake
'em
off
bitch
Can't
stop
dripping
I
be
turnin'
off
my
faucet
Easing
my
way
right
in
I
don't
force
it
Right
around
the
corner
I'm
still
holdin'
on
my
horses
I
got
hella
drive
Muh
fucka
No
ID
No
Pisces
Rocketman
turnin'
hype
beast
Animated
Moving
on
a
Chance
So
I'm
frightening
Make
some
big
decisions
on
the
stand
And
I'm
rising
wait
Innocent
and
landed
on
icing
Baked
hear
the
rhythm
of
the
band
they
don't
like
me
And
be
something
I
don't
understand
I
don't
like
me
I
don't
like
greed
I
repeat
I
be
light
night
Quick
Never
miss
em
I
direct
like
Al
Pacino
Container
of
the
bottles
soda
Icey
Pelegríno
Kiddish
takin
off
they
be
thinkin'
bout
a
sequel?
Only
constant
matter
be
that
Ballzy
brings
the
diesel
OK
I
need
some
water
some
OJ
Hide
all
your
daughter
my
forte
composed
of
the
product
And
ground
up
like
sorbet
In
the
midst
of
a
vision
Wollmoney
got
lemons
on
top
of
the
bitch
It's
a
cold
case
Shake
em
off
it's
a
trend
and
it
all
Lead
the
pack
through
the
sea
like
I'm
Moshe
And
I'm
fighting
the
bull
screaming
Ole
Matador
I'm
defending
the
goalie
Seo
chilli
we
guacamole
Got
a
chip
on
my
shoulder
they
know
me
And
I'm
basic
we
simply
composing
And
my
agent
anonymous
no
name
I
be
clear
we
ain't
sippin'
no
codeine
Ketamine
got
leanin'
on
shawty
Know
my
own
team
bitch
we
show
off
Flow
my
own
stream
bitch
i
row
off
If
you
ain't
vibe
with
me
Got
me
a
D
u
can
blow
off
You
can't
come
through
you
don't
know
me
Bitch
I'm
a
feast
you
a
hoagie
Fight
for
my
shit
you
a
jodie
Give
yo
mind
one
more
hit
till
you
OD
Imma
go
crazy
just
back
up
Knock
the
truth
out
you
head
clean
you
cap
up
Into
holdin'
them
greens
imma
stack
up
13
figures
I
got
me
some
back
luck
I
got
shades
I
be
running
and
lappin'
Competition
I
need
me
some
action
And
not
to
mention
I
got
angry
reactions
The
plot
be
twisting
All
these
bitches
be
cappin'
I
be
low
key
With
a
bottle
of
bean
(Yeah)
Corolla
from
2019
Kiddish
so
mean
That
bolt
runs
clean
Sporting
them
Rocketman
jeans
Baby
a
fiend
Baby
a
fiend
Got
the
line
up
We
be
the
scene
We
be
the
scene
Shit
be
OD
Ya
Lint
up
in
my
pocket
I
ain't
even
bring
a
wallet
Just
cream
Ya
Cuff
with
a
crease
Only
rock
rocket
While
I'm
on
autopilot
At
ease
Whatchu
mean
Money
in
my
Rocketman
jeans
We
hold
it
right
down
On
lock
shake
em
off
Mad
religious
on
G-d
We
believe
in
what
we
write
down
Chest
wittit
no
cough
I
don't
need
no
Halls
And
I'm
feelin'
mad
nice
right
now
Hold
it
down
never
fake
no
shit
Never
fall
down
when
i
take
that
hit
Got
a
close
crowd
Keep
it
safe
thats
it
Got
a
lotta
fake
niggas
Tryna
break
that
shit
Hold
it
down
never
fake
no
shit
Never
fall
down
when
i
take
that
hit
Got
a
close
crowd
Keep
it
safe
thats
it
Got
a
lotta
fake
niggas
Tryna
break
that
shit
1 Chef
2 OH NAH (Skit) [feat. Flaco Semite]
3 Suits
4 Moshe
5 Day Job
6 Function
7 Mr. Adi (Interlude)
8 Zesty
9 All Day
10 Jokez
11 What Them Digits
12 2 %
13 Mad Religious
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