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Hold It Down 2 by Roma - Hip Hop,female vocals music cover art

Hold It Down 2

Hip Hop,female vocals

0:003:26

Roma

Jul 22, 2025

Hold It Down 2

Hip Hop,female vocals

Lyrics

Description

(Verse 1 - Beat drops heavy, bass thumpin')

Yo, silence the chatter, bitch, listen up close

While you postin' thirst traps, I'm handlin' the most

My niggah catchin' fed time, ain't flinchin', I'm rockin'

Real Gs move silent while these bird bitches squawkin'

Sendin' commissary stacks, no cap, no pretendin'

While you fake thots slide in his DM's pretendin'

You 'bout that life? Nah, you just 'bout that clout

While his celly gettin' lonely, I hold the whole block down

No tears for the weak links, no time for the games

Handle his business ruthless, protect his whole name

Them hoes sendin' nudes? That shit just gettin' forwarded

I'm the warden on the street while his freedom's being boarded.

(Chorus - Gritty, defiant)

**Hold a nigga DOWN? Bitch, learn the code

Real one handles business while the fake ones explode

While he doin' that bid, keep his name ringin' loud

Fuk the weak shit, yeah, I hold my niggah DOWN

Hold a nigga DOWN? From the block to the bed

Get that kinky connection pumpin' inside his head

While these toxic ass hoes playin' games for the 'Gram

I'm the queen holdin' court, understand where I stand!**

(Verse 2 - Beat gets darker, more sensual)

Now, visitation over? Phone call hit its end?

Time to lock in that vibe, make his whole spirit ascend

Through that plexiglass partition, yeah, he know what's mine

Whisper that freak shit, make his whole body whine

Talkin' 'bout "Daddy, picture these sheets soaked through

How this pussy gon' grip when it finally get to you"

Describe every stroke, every position, get graphic

Turn these prison blues bright fukin' purple, acrobatic

Sextapes in his mind, yeah, I paint 'em real vivid

Make him nut in his bunk, ain't no secret, I did it!

Filthy muthafuckin' slang drippin' outta my text

Got him stiff in them khakis, puttin' weak hoes to rest

While they sendin' weak ass pics, I'm sendin' whole scenes

Got him dreamin' 'bout my throat, know just what that means

Knees on county concrete? Nah, tongue on somethin' lower

Make that phone hot, yeah, I'm that fukin' power holder.

(Chorus)

(Bridge - Beat strips down, just a menacing synth)

These hoes ain't built for pressure, they fold when it's real

Sendin' fake love letters, just a weak-ass meal

Think a visit with lip gloss gon' hold down a throne?

Bitch, I'm movin' the pack, keepin' cash in his zone

While you twirlin' for clout, I'm handlin' the drought

Makin' sure when he touch down, ain't no fukin' doubt

Who the rider? Who the schemer? Who kept that fire lit?

Who turned his celly nights into some next-level shit?

These toxic bitches crumble, their loyalty thin

I'm solid steel, bitch, through the thick and the thin.

(Outro)

Yeah. Real recognize real.

Ain't no room for the performative hoes.

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