Top Songs By Matthew Holt
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Matthew Holt
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Accent Made This
I really wish that all y'all would stop worrying about me and give a fuck about you
Forreal
The money in the bank won't flash for a sec but I know it's all true
Money gang banging all blues
Shots on ya bitch tryna leave tell her meet me at the room
Ima
Wave that hoe and link link on her friend yeah she see me real soon
Make a bih howl full moon
You gone have to make that shit clap
Throw it back lil bitty you don't fuck around wit less than a stack
You gone have to make that shit clap
Throw it back lil bitty ain't fucking for less than a rack yeah
You a bad lil bitch in the club you ain't fucking on a n**** if its less than a dub yeah
You a bad lil bitty in the club
Baby in the club and she shaking that
Wow
Gotta Drive back even when I'm off the brown
Prolly shouldn't do it but here go another round
Shot Shot Shot
Roxburry bobby brown
N**** lose a bitch around me she getting found
That's a few things
Couple drinks it could turn you to a boo thing
If ya ass phat bitch we can do things
If not oh well then it's shoestrings
What that mean
I'm getting loose
Pretty gone off the goose
Even though I'm doing me
I could still be doing you
What's the money on the floor when the racks to the roof
Why you posted in the club tryna talk to da bot
The boys came through making heads get hot
Ya girls came through drip
Damn where the mop
I ain't tryna keep the change but it changed me a lot lil n**** what
You gone have to make that shit clap
Throw it back lil bitty you dont fuck around wit less than a stack
You gone have to make that shit clap
Throw it back lil bitty ain't fucking for less than a rack yeah
You a bad lil bitch in the club you aint fucking on a n**** if its less than a dub yeah
You a bad lil bitty in the club
Baby in the club and she shaking that
I really wish that all y'all would stop worrying about me and give a fuck about you
Forreal
The money in the bank won't flash for a sec but I know it's all true
Money gang banging all blues
Shots on ya bitch tryna leave tell her meet me at the room
Ima
Wave that hoe and link link on her friend yeah she see me real soon
Make a bih howl full moon
Writer(s): Matthew Holt
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