Lyrics Hold On Wait - Young Kye feat. KongLit

Yeah, so hold on, wait
Hold on, wait
It's way too late
Yeah, it's way too bait
So hold on, wait
Hold on, wait
It's way too late
Yeah, it's way too bait, hold up, wait, yeah

Rolling, just me on my own
Thirty degrees in the summer
But I keep the heat in the cold
Securing the bag, then I leave
But your girl won't leave me alone
Pagans around on the pree
So I do not speak on the phone
Heard talking like what do you mean?
I've been the one from the start
I got your ting on a leash
This like a walk in the park
I keep the drillers with me
Them man are never too far
Might pay you a visit for free
I've got the smoke in the car
But please do not smoke in the car
Hate when niggas get emotional, then start provoking you
Winning out here like I'm supposed to do
Dressed like it's an army photoshoot, I'm so unsociable
Pull up and shoot, that's the protocol
I'm money-motivated, no one's happy
Roll up, black bally, Kawasaki
Niggas stay snappy, flake stay snappy
In a valley with a bag full of rallys
In and out of alleys, on my way to Sally
Hard food, ackee, salt fish patty
Do it for the roads, do it for the chain
Do it for the ride, do it for the family
I'm
Running through the ends, niggas moving scatty
She didn't wanna cut, now she moving scabby
Heard you was slaggy I was like wait

Hold on, wait
It's way too late
Yeah, it's way too bait
So hold on, wait
Hold on, wait
It's way too late
Yeah, it's way too bait, hold up, wait

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I gotta curate my friends
Man got their eye on my life
Can't catch a court case again
My driller said "give me a price"
He was like "who, what and when?"
If niggas keep pushing the line
You'll catch a bullet again
Don't ring me when I'm on the grind
I'm OT juuging for days
Told my ex-girl bye, my new girl bi
That means she swing both ways
I'm in the church like Nines
Fuck it, I'm praying, I'm prey
These labels are feeling my vibe
At meetings, they sip champagne
On the low, they all sniff cocaine
I don't take lines, man, I build lines up and
These girls popped up just to pop pills
They can't stop us until I got mills
Big Poppa, Versace, gold grills
Like Jaden Smith, I got the Will
I'm Uncle Phil, I'll die a legend
All your threats are unfulfilled
I swerve a deal, you know the deal
I need the power, overkill
Overload, I run the game, I go for gold
And she pop like she wanna overdose
Ex-coke shotta, nickname Snow Patrol
I've been doing this since flip Motorola's
No heart, donors, no drive, chauffeurs
Unknown caller, never pick the phone up
Warm Coca Cola, mix cold Patrón up
I fuck tings when they never used to show love

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