to your knees Champagne to my real friends And real pain for my sham friends. Friends to the end, never looking back. Never going to forget This is your last fucking chance for
a little Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay [Kanye West] Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up Talk to the, talk to the hand You talking
t! But on another note, this ain't just another note This is more than a rap - this is more of an oath And I know you're wondering what this letter is for
, a love game Hold me and love me Just wanna touch you for a minute Maybe three seconds is enough For my heart to quit it Let's have some fun, this beat is
love faces, making love faces My hands rubbin' on your skin Let's go hard don't hold it in Girl let me wrap my hands around you (hands around you, hands
for the people ain't here Two in the air for the father that's there Three in the air for the kids in the ghetto Four for the kids that don't wanna be
wanna be your distant man Tellin' me I don't do enough for plans I really can't afford to let it hit the fan Girl, every minute I wanna hold your hand
hold for me Gave away to follow failure through the fire I need you to know I will Believe me, girl, I'm so tired of running I just wanna hold your hand
Is who's gonna run this town tonight Is who's gonna run this town tonight We gonna run this town We are, ya I said it, we are This is Roc Nation, pledge
'mon, hold on, I need to break it down Yeah, one time like this Now would you clap your hands, your hands, you clap If your girl's outta place then your
't HOLD BACK Hot bread and butter, peach and cream (come on) I only reach for the peach if it's peachy clean (that's right) I only reach for your spot
out, girl I'm trying to see you work it out, girl (La, la, la) C'mon, work it out, girl I wanna see you work it out, girl Now hold up, stop, now wait
C4, block your doors, nigga's can't stop this war I show you fagots what this Swartz is for Hidding spots in the door for the glocks is for Read the
tight out of a big ditch we ride Yo, yo, yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is
fans hold hands on the beach witcha Girl I'd do anything just to be witcha On the real 'cause i feel so complete witcha Yeah, talk to me girl (Cheri
at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? [P. Diddy] Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for long
