Songtexte:
Hold X True The Missed Chance

hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns I'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin fly misses While you niggas at the crib tryna' find misses Yo I'm gettin head from

t girl It's impossible, I miss you too bad I can't wish away the pain that I cannot do girl And all I can say is... I miss you. Tryin' to tell myself

It's nice to smile when i get your phone call at night But i rather have you here with me,right next to me and miss the way you hold me tight Bridge

Go go go go (x 8) Chorus Well this my pinky this my thumb Bankhead bounce donkey kong (x4) [Verse 1] Well it's a brand new dance and it's coming

I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns I'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin fly misses While you niggas at the crib tryna' find misses Yo I'm gettin head

The whooped niggas need to listen listen listen listen Cock aim fire don't you miss 'em miss 'em miss 'em And every chance you get you diss 'em diss '

papa your mama X2) hey Only God made it possible (go ask [your papa your mama X2]) hey P-Square See I?m a true born African king You are a true born

hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns I'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin fly misses While you niggas at the crib tryna' find misses Yo I'm gettin head from

true You turned your back and to this day I'm not sure why you run away Loyalty means nothing to you I bet you think it'll be forgotten Not a chance,