Kanye West - Hold On (feat. Dwele) Lyrics
(featuring Dwele & QMB)[Kanye]uh oh uh oh uhuh uh uh uh uh uh..uh-uh uh uh uh uh uh uh..Kanye to the..YeahOkI'm getting spins all day in L.ALuv, we can go the D where Dwele dwellD.C, P.G or ATLBack in The CHI I made my life like the magazineHoney wanna know the details about my EbonyWell that's X-X-LFar as the penthouse, yeah that's upscaleMademoiselle got a hell of a Black tailI'm feeling her vibe, her Body and SoulI heard you stay in a metropolitan homeWell lets kill all the parlay'in and offer you a comsopolitanLets jet out the club, get some oxygenYour friends claim I'm a player, you be lucky to keep meBut you know people gon' be talking 'bout us weeklyMy car be, in a robbery, P.O.R.T but what's more important to meis that you..(Dwele)Open your earsDon't allow these words to be ignored by yearsFearing lullibies, containing the same old lies (same old lies)Dealing just to deal is just a crimeBesides I know you wouldn't mindTrying something new so..(CHORUS)Let's (Let's)Try (Try)We can work it outIf you let love(love) guide (guide)The way that you feel for meOh(Oh) Why(Why)Let this opportunity pass (pass) by (by)You should hold onPlease don't resist (don't resist)Bless those harmonies to me, escape your lips (escape your lips)There's no need to go homeJust to dance along (dance aloo-o-one)I know you can't enjoy it on your ownReally I don't see nothing wrongWith you and I spending some time--Also let me mention, (Oooh)My only intention, (Oooh)Is to feed you every single thing you hunger for---In my heart I have to (Oooh)And-- want to have you (Oooh)So fulfilled that you will never need to ask for more--[QMB]Now someone told my girl that she's a trophy wifeSorta like Grant Hill and Koby's wifeSo when we at a club, and she be so politeBut when we back at home she be poltergeistI mean provoking fightsTrying to poke me with knifesAnd last time I tried to poke her she just told me goodnightSee her clothing be tightShe was pervert approvedSo she gave up on life, now she don't wanna moveHypnotized by the tubeSo she stay with the clickerIn a cup full of liquorThinkin its makin her thickerBut its makin her slimmerSo our future is dimmerI cant remember last time I took my baby to dinnerSee I'm sayin' a sister who was freaky and ruthlessIn a yorkshire terrier in the pocket with poochesIn a pocket with Gucc'sWas taking my lunch moneyJust like the goochesI'll tell you the truth miss
