Текст песни Hold You Down

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
If u need love im lovin,
if u need a thug im thuggin,
if u need a huslter,
whatever u need, girl ima hold u down,
need a lil dough we flippin,
got somewhwere to go im whippin,
be a love hustler, whatever u need girl ima hold u down

[Bun B]
Bun B da Ima man amongst men my chain is white gold
my steel is tungsten
im made of tough skin you gon respect me
(hold up) take mo then a average nigga to check me
Ima rider till the wheels go ballin they blow out
(damn) one hundred and one percent G
and its no doubt that if you need a man to make u feel secure then baby
you aint gotta look no more I got the cure
you want money and jewels (jewels)
you want clothes and cars (cars)
wanna live VIP rubbin shoulders with stars (stars)
wanna fly in G4's (4's) or sail the seas
then your wish is my command you can do what ya please (hey)
the lap of luxury is what you'll be layin in just respect the playa
and the game that hes playin in (forreal)
I can show u a side of life you never seen (huh)
cuz even the kid the trill need a seperate queen

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
See all that listenin to them hoes in your ear gotta quit
I see they smile when im around when I leave
they talk shit they just mad cuz I got you flippin jagos
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I dont mean to boast and brag
but them hoes around you hatin they just waitin on you to slip so I could
leave yo ass with nathan
then when I do that they gon back door and try to holla
hopin Ima do them like you
and drop them off some dollas
but I aint cuz I cant afford to go back down that road I'd rather stay on
my J-O and stack a bank roll
but I aint cuz I cant afford to go back down that road I'd rather stay on
my J-O and stack a bank roll
but if you real and u down and in public you dont clown holla at me ill be around
but if you real and u down and in public you dont clown holla at me ill be around
Yea

[chorus]

[Birdman]
I been puttin it down nigga and holdin my grounds nigga
from off the mound nigga we duckin them clowns nigga
takin they crown nigga and shovin the town nigga
rocks off the ground got the cush by the pounds nigga
ankle blingin baby wrist on freeze
got the pinky on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeths nigga
hot girl nigga lovin the G
keep the work under the seat
she do it for me take a trip to port her off to the beach
tell her homie hold it down cuz we hustle to eat
and got me feelin like i lost my jones
I done lost my horns so H town is on
and nuttin change cuz the palms got chrome nigga
do this in the early cuz we gettin it on
and baby girl you could shop alone and fly the four to France
and take a hundred bones

[Chorus]