We Don't Hold Back

I am not trying to seduce you
Would you like me to seduce you? (You, you, you)

Dirty, stinkin', this one's scandalous
We don't hold back (bruh)
Bass face, we ain't got a smile for the cameras
Kicked out, the bouncer couldn't handle us (handle us)

Dirty, stinkin', this one's scandalous (bruh)
We don't hold back (bruh)
Absolutely filthy, absolutely fabulous (bruh)
I brought a bag and here's a bag of us (for my heck)

Stinkin'? This one's disgustin'
We don't hold back (nah)
Absolutely filthy, it's brand new, it's just in
It's dirty and disgustin' (woah), like a dust bin

Dirty and disgustin', absolutely militant (militant)
We don't hold back (never)
Absolutely filthy, absolutely brilliant (brilliant)
I'm the best on drum, on bass I'm magnificent (fuck off)

Every single day I'm writing loads and loads of lyrcis (ugh)
In my notepad (yeah)
I give 'em truth, I give 'em facts, I don't do gimmicks
And I'm aiming for infinity, you know there is no limits (no limit)

Blazing Kelly packs and taking loads of 'shrooms (bruh)
We don't smoke crack (oaah)
Don't do coke, I don't do cancer, no balloons
And I ain't fucking with no man made drug, so don't assume

I am not trying to seduce you
Would you like me to seduce you? (you, you, you)

Dirty, stinkin', this one's scandalous
We don't hold back (bruh, bruh)
Bass face, we ain't got a smile for the cameras
Kicked out, the bouncer couldn't handle us (handle us)

Dirty, stinkin', this one's scandalous (bruh)
We don't hold back (bruh)
Absolutely filthy, absolutely fabulous (bruh)
I brought a bag and here's a bag of us

If we need it, then we get it
And we got it, we go when we got
We can't smoke that

It's gettin' absolutely messy
When we step on the road I'm glad
She don't know that

We gettin' poppin' when you lucky
We gotta chop in, he's choppin' I'm bringin'
Free for all's back

I'm goodie-goodie gone, droppin'
See their cock is here clocking
We don't, we don't hold back (but, but)

I'm goin' all in when I'm tourin'
Now the crowd's applaudin'
We don't hold back, nah

But when you play the crowd is yawnin'
'Cause your music's borin' (shit)
Everybody started ballin', 'cause you're so appallin' (hah)
I give 'em everything, I'm goin' all out (wow)
We don't hold back, no

We wanna pray to God that we don't fucking fall out (fuck)
'Cause I will run up in your house and get my balls out



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Arnold, Marcus Coakley, Richard Sheppard
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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