Lyrics Beyonce – Hold Up
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Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you
Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you
Back up, they don’t love you like I love you
Step down, they don’t love you like I love you
What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you
Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you
Oh, down, they don’t love you like I love you
Something don’t feel right
Because it ain’t right
Especially comin’ up after midnight
I smell your secret, and I’m not too perfect
To ever feel this worthless
How did it come down to this?
Scrolling through your call list
I don’t wanna lose my pride, but I’m a fuck me up a bitch
Know that I kept it sexy, and know I kept it fun
There’s something that I’m missing, maybe my head for one
What’s worse, lookin’ jealous or crazy, jealous or crazy?
Or like being walked all over lately, walked all over lately
I’d rather be crazy
Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you
Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you
Back up, they don’t love you like I love you
Step down, they don’t love you like I love you
Can’t you see there’s no other man above you?
What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you
Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you
Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you
Let’s imagine for a moment that you never made a name for yourself
Never made it out the cage, still out there movin’ in them streets
Never had the baddest woman in the game up in your sheets
Would they be down to ride?
No, they used to hide from you, lie to you
But y’all know we were made for each other
So I find you and hold you down
Me sing say
Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you
Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you
Back up, they don’t love you like I love you
Step down, they don’t love you like I love you
Can’t you see there’s no other man above you?
What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you
Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you
Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you
Oh it is such a shame
You let this good love go to waste
I always keep the top tier, 5 star
Backseat lovin’ in the car
Like make that wood, like make that wood
Holly like a boulevard
What’s worse, lookin’ jealous or crazy, jealous and crazy?
Or like being walked all over lately, walked all over lately
I’d rather be crazy
Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you
Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you
Back up, they don’t love you like I love you
Step down, they don’t love you like I love you
Can’t you see there’s no other man above you?
What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you
Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you
Oh, down, they don’t love you like I love you
I hop up out the bed and get my swag on
I look in the mirror, say, «What’s up?»
What’s up, what’s up, what’s up
I hop up out the bed and get my swag on
I look in the mirror, say, «What’s up?»
What’s up, what’s up, what’s up
