Hold Yuh Freestyle Lyrics - Gyptian

[Wale] 

Ok I'm Wale but you can call me nada 

my momma old G which makes me a Don Dada 

momma say I'm a cutta cuz my hair like a shotta 

the feds like to follow cause my bread like to knot up 

so roll up the Marley my eyes are low up in this party 

I'm looking for a (?) 

Louie where my eyes at 

Prada where my feets at 

you aint gon find that 

ask me where my mind at 

you could never find out 

ride nine nine five haters in my eye sight 

more about nothing 

muthaf-cker better download 

(?) my DL's on the down load 

keep em in the closet MJ Noami 

I don't need no friends (?) 

my broad is a trophy 

broads out Moco broads out Southeast 

Killer stay uptown, load NBA trick 

never give my heart to hoes that want my play sh-t 

gold digger sonar, roam like it aint nothing 

(?) but look what I made from it 

Carmelo straight stuntin 

purple label 8 hundred 

I better get the four Rose had the summer 

read n-gga sh-t 

ATL was sippin them 

Magic city sippin them 

Gucci (?) cover my dreads I think I'm Gilligan 

I don't really mess with the feds (?) 

if they not talking no bread than we aint listening 

straight lane Kiffen them 

we aint playing for rings and that trophy I mention before I let em keep 

Reggie Bush Im murking my Kardashian (car dash in) 

might as well crash and pass it to Miles Austin 

thats how I'm going, hoes want but now I'm on 

A couple poems a couple songs and now its on 

and this woman is loving the way that I perform 

(?) 

Shout out my n-gga miles 

they stop the whole game everytime I come around 

and me and them rappers don't share no common ground 

I'ma a sphere they a square they can't even come around 

I aint finished yet, I aint finished yet 

bitches love me, houston like spinach dip (?) 

get it I got that cold flow, Winnepeg 

this is work I am in a different World, Winnefred 

Tulisa all black Caprices, (?) so far gone going on (?) 

and me and my broads (?) and (?) 

so everytime I treat em in the mall I gotta re-up 

and ya'll gotta relax talking bout that he wack 

or they be reminscing over you word to P-Rock 

riding in a CL, hope I never see jail 

and even if I do I know my momma gon be well 

(?) love em whether she know it, 

the youngest outta two see (?) while she grown up 

when they hate I never give a whole f-ck 

I have sh-t purple haze purple half cents 

I have dollars for a young'un never had sense 

I have sins so my parents never had lent 

now I'm getting it everything lavish I'm ballin 

LeBron low punch I was maverick 

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards 

and i just want to hold her 

she all that I can handle 

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[Gyptian Chorus] 

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