Lil Wayne - Hold Up (feat. T-Streets) Lyrics

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[Wayne]

bitch i'm me american gangster
weezy f baby born in a manger
trouble is my friend i aint foreign to danger
clip full of wings turn you boys into angels
shoot ya in your halo, shoot ya like halo
new orleans a-hole
free-o
fuego
all about my bread like bagels
They know
I'm raw like quelos
ball like gay-hos
weed so strong it's like I twist tornadoes
spit like nines, four fifths and 3 8 oh's
n-ggas want problems well I am problematic
it's back to picking cotton cuz you n-ggas cotton candy
I'm an eastside damu, deep water shamu
shoot you from ya head to your shoulders, shampoo
kush in the bamboo, p-ssy in the bedroom
pass that b-tch down like an airloom
tunechi

hold up
hold up
wait a minute
hold up
hold up
mannnn we hustle till night fall party till sunlight
guns in the boxes, don't make this a gunfight
fuck them other niggas
i fuck them niggas bitches
benadryl shit
trigga finga itchin'
and we hustle till night fall party till sunlight
guns in the boxes, don't make this a gunfight
fuck them other niggas
i fuck them niggas bitches
benadryl shit
trigga finga itchin'
hold up
hold up
wait a minute hold up
hold up

[Streets]
mannnn B-tch im streets, I rep that east
Gimmie the beef, I'll Put the beef in da grease
Kush in the sweets, ya B-tch in the sheets
I f-cked that b-tch mission complete
Real nigga talk, Gangsta conversation
Im a real nigga dont f-ck wit immitations
Young Money nigga aint no limitations
I dont play games niggas simulations
Which one of yall niggas say ya bout it?
Its a f-cked up world T streets take ya out it
Thats word to the glock.. Glock in the sock
Loose lips aint shit better stop at the dot hold up

[Wayne]
Uhh Married to the money, welcome to the reception
She came with problems, f-ck it thats my step sons
Sleepin in the Maybach, Wake me when the jet come
And i keep the toast turn yo ass to bread crumbs
Uhh based on a true story, i got a million flows they aint even 2 storys
Sleepin on the edge, I hope i dont toss and turn
Shoot down the early bird thats how i get the worm yeah
Real nigga university.. Alumni
Just check my watch and the b-tch says sometimes
She say when im in her it feel like im soul searchin
And they say money talks, well its my spoke person
Uhh grab a star from the sun roof
I f-ck her in her dreams and make her come true
Young Money in the power
Send my bees at you like a motherf-ckin flower hold up

hold up
hold up
wait a minute
hold up
hold up
mannnn we hustle till night fall party till sunlight
guns in the boxes, don't make this a gunfight
fuck them other niggas
i fuck them niggas bitches
benadryl shit
trigga finga itchin'
and we hustle till night fall party till sunlight
guns in the boxes, don't make this a gunfight
fuck them other niggas
i fuck them niggas bitches
benadryl shit
trigga finga itchin'
hold up
hold up
wait a minute hold up
hold up

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