Joey Divine. - Hold Up, Shut Up, Till Next Time...

Hold up Bitch
Shut up
Yea you ain't shit
Bitch shut up
You talk a lot of game but you Aint it
And you got a lot of aim but you Cant hit
And you move like a snake but You ain't slick
I got a virus from the verse yea I'm that sick

Coming next with divine power
You know the outcome
Get everything I wish for
Then I'm asking like how come
I Never been oblivious
To how money makes a Difference
I Plan on owning differnt Businesses
And kill the suits off with no Witness

Words of wisdom
Like I'm talking to jay
Would you rather be a trend
Or Ralph Lauren
Generational wealth this is Never goona end
We play forever baby I'm Betting up this end

And when I get knocked down I'm getting up again

I'm play boy just like I'm young Carti
Gotta Maserati and a fast Harley

And a new Ferrari
And a gold Bugatti

Yo if you see me driving one of Those
Just stop me

If I fall in love with the fame just Pop me
Cause you know no one in this World can try and stop me

But everything happens
For a reason
That's one thing I still believe in
All these thoughts lost in the Deep end
My fantasy starts by the Weekend

Hold up Bitch
Shut up
Yea you ain't shit
Bitch shut up
You talk a lot of game but you Aint it
And you got a lot of aim but you Cant hit
And you move like a snake but You ain't slick
I got a virus from the verse yea I'm that sick

Written by:
Joseph Devine

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