Bun B – Hold You Down lyrics

(feat. Trey Songz, Mike Jones, Baby)

Hey, Hey, we keepin it treal, samba baby

[chorus:]
If you need love I'm lovin, if you need a thug I'm thuggin, whatever you need girl ima hold you down, need a lil
Dough we flippin got somewhwere to go I'm whippin, be a love hustla whatever you need girl ima hold you down

[Bun B]
Bun B da ima man amongst men my chain is white gold my steel is? I'm 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 it's no doubt that if you need a man to make you 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 wit
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 he's playin
In (forreal) I can show you a side of life you never seen (huh) 'cause even the kid the treal need a seperate queen

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See all that listenin to them hoes in your ear gotta quit I see they smile when I'm around when I leave
They talk shit they just mad 'cause I got you flippin jagos poppin tags brand new clothes you can't tell by the
Tag I don't 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 'cause I can't afford to go back down that road I'd rather stay on
My J-O and stack a bank roll but I aint 'cause I can't 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 you down and in public you don't clown holla at me I'll be around
(mike jones) but if you real and you down and in public you don't clown holla at me I'll be around Yea

[Chorus:]

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 'cause 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 'cause the palms got chrome nigga do this in the early 'cause we
Gettin it on and baby girl you could shop alone and fly the four to France and take a hundred bones

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