Hold Me Down (Explicit) - Travis Thompson

Lyrics by：Travis Thompson/Elan Wright/Nima Abbassi

Composed by：Travis Thompson/Elan Wright/Nima Abbassi

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Li-li-li-li-little bit of Hen' in a red cup

Tryna feel alive in a dead spot

Little music playing in the background

Little dirty kids with their hands out hands up

Little bit of twelve in the function

Them opioids them poster boys'

Got a little bit of product in the book bag

Lil bit lil bit lit bit lil bit

Lil b***h in the right spot ayy

Little kid with a nice watch ayy

Said he cousin Chris when he say he coming over

So my mama said to keep him outta my house

Little kid with a big crew

Dirty money burning holes in his new trues

Tried to show me how to get it

But I'm p***y and he know it so he helped me

To some clients

With some new shoes dead stock true blues

Need a new life style ayy

Need some food stamps and an iPad ayy

Need a cool whip for the late night dip spot

Unzip park with the seat back seat back

Lean back oh my God ayy

You too good for me though

Got a grip but Abus make me think that

I don't need those

I play no games can't save me baby

All about my paper lately

All I did was monetize the motherf**king stares they gave me

Hold me down never hold me back and I run my mouth

But you always run back 'cause you love my a*s now

Hold me down never hold me back and I run my mouth

But you always run back 'cause you love my a*s now

Hold me down never hold me back and I run my mouth

But you always run back 'cause you love my a*s now

Brandon and Avy with dates in the bio

Sort through assortments I never reply though

Said she back home for the week from her college

She pulled up on Travy 'cause it's been a while

I grew up on Cudi got fans in Ohio

Smell like Seattle on trains in Manhattan

On Melrose with stains but I'm out here for rapping

So how could you hate from back home man that's tragic

I'm I'm I'm still doing me

And I'm doing it well

Now I'm twenty with a baby face and veteran sound

I'm tryna better it now I'm still tryna get my wack out

And backpacks is in the back of a packed house

You back track but give me dap when I pass 'round

Like it's a secret to break the ceiling in a glass town

Admit it to yourself b***h you wack now

S**t yeah enough of that now

See I had enough of this-that hey

See I had enough of chit-chat hey

The b***h moves and the click rap

When the check comes I never miss that

S**t never miss that

Spit facts I ain't fairy tellin' on no b***h rap

Pick a p***y know a p***y we see right through it

See the p***y eat the p***y put a pipe through it

Too many water cup kids making sprite music

Oh my God just save me Lord

This year y'all gon' pay me more

This year I'm gon' make somethin' of myself

What y'all take me for but Sean's here right now

I don't blame me tunnel vision on a white gown

Picket fence my table in a nice house

If it's forever why you rushing on it right now

But right now

Hold me down never hold me back and I run my mouth

But you always run back 'cause you love my a*s now

Hold me down never hold me back and I run my mouth

But you always run back 'cause you love my a*s now

Hold me down never hold me back and I run my mouth

But you always run back 'cause you love my a*s now

Hold me down never hold me back and I run my mouth

But you always run back 'cause you love my a*s now

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But I love what I do and we never come back no

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What I do and we never come back no