Sosa G K.O.T.M - H.U.W.A.M (Wait A Minute Hold Up) [feat. Cadillac Catt]

Got dough from post up
Pour up, then smoke somethin'
Wait a minute, hold up, yo shit ain't no dozier
In the trenches servin' boulders
Lock it up with the soda
If the police roll up, wait a minute, hold up
Wait a minute, hold up, wait a minute, hold up
Wait a minute, hold up, wait a minute, hold up hold up
Wait a minute, hold up, wait a minute, hold up
Wait a minute, hold up, wait a minute, hold up hold up

Wait a minute, hold up
Party start when I show up
Purple drink when I pour up
Purple weed when I roll up
Got dough from post up's
Shaq O'Neal when I post up
Don't try me wrong cause I'm toting
Better ask about me I'm from Mosby
Look at my watch and look at the time
That booty is right, right, right
Bitch you is thick and bitch you is fine
You can't stay the night, night, night
But you might can get you some time
And I fuck her right, right, right
Then I'm getting right back to that grind, yeah

Got dough from post up
Pour up, then smoke somethin'
Wait a minute, hold up, yo shit ain't no dozier
In the trenches servin' boulders
Lock it up with the soda
If the police roll up, wait a minute, hold up
Wait a minute, hold up, wait a minute, hold up
Wait a minute, hold up, wait a minute, hold up hold up
Wait a minute, hold up, wait a minute, hold up (Sosa G K.O.T.M nigga)
Wait a minute, hold up, wait a minute, hold up hold up (Let's Go)

Pull up, make purchase
Call phone, I'll serve ya
Got green, got yams
Soul food, I'm working
Made my name in the trenches
Niggas lame they ain't getting it
Invest my all in my business
You can see a nigga difference
Why you hating it's just sickening
I'm so in love with the bag
All on my mine is the cash
I'ma move up while you last
Out on my grind out of bags
Hit the store up just for that
Niggas hating we done ran them bands up
We take chances nigga man up
The brokest niggas can't stand us
Cause they don't wanna get them bands up
Niggas be bussing
We just addicted to hustlin'
No we ain't tussling
Nigga we rugged
For niggas that think that we bluffing
We just gon' hop out and buss it
Nigga we coming
Believe it 100 deep
Talking shots not 200 feet
Rolling up like wait a minute, hold up, then I squeeze

Got dough from post up
Pour up, then smoke somethin'
Wait a minute, hold up, yo shit ain't no dozier
In the trenches servin' boulders
Lock it up with the soda
If the police roll up, wait a minute, hold up
Wait a minute, hold up, wait a minute, hold up
Wait a minute, hold up, wait a minute, hold up hold up
Wait a minute, hold up, wait a minute, hold up
Wait a minute, hold up, wait a minute, hold up hold up

Written by:
Bobby Smith, Elandus DeVaughn

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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