Lil Wayne & T Streets – Hold Up (feat. T Streets) Lyrics

Hold Up Lyrics By Lil Wayne

Hold Up Lyrics
Hold Up Lyrics
  • Artist Lil Wayne
  • Featured T Streets
  • Title Hold Up
  • Album I Am Not a Human Being

Lego, okay
Bitch, I'm me, American gangsta
Wheezy F Baby, born in a manger
Trouble is my friend, I ain't foreign to danger
Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels
Shoot ya in ya halo, shoot ya like Halo
New Orleans a-hole, Free-o, Fuego
All about my bread like bagels, they know
I'm raw like qualo's, bald like gay hoes
Weed so strong, it's like a twisted tornadoes
Spit like nine, four fifth and three eight oh
**** want problems, well I am problematic
It's back to picking cotton 'cause you **** cotton candy
I'ma east side damu, deep water shamu
Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
Kush and the bamboo, pussy in the bedroom
Pass that bitch down like an heirloom
Tunechi
Hold up
Hold up, wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up, man
We hustle till night fall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other ****
I fuck them ****' bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigger finger itching
And we hustle till night fall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other ****
I fuck them **** bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigger finger itching, hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute, hold up
Hold up
Haha
Man, bitch I'm street, I rep that east
G-give me the beef, I'll put the beef in the grease
Kush in the sweets, ya bitch in the sheets
I fucked that bitch, mission complete
Real **** talk, gangsta conversation
I'm a real ****, don't fuck with imitations
Young Money ****, ain't no limitations
I don't play games, **** simulation
Which one of y'all **** say ya all about it?
It's a fucked up world, T Streets take ya out it
That's word to the glock, glock in the sock
Loose lips, sink ships, better stop at the dock
Hold up
Uh, married to the money, you welcome to the reception
And she came with problems, fuck it, that's my stepsons
Sleeping in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come
And I keep the toast, turn yo ass to bread crumbs
Uh, based on a true story
I got a million flows, they ain't even two stories
Sleeping on the edge, I hope I don't toss and turn
Shoot down the early bird, and that's how I get the worms, yeah
R-real **** university, alumni
Just checked my watch and that bitch say it sometimes
She say when I'm in her, it feel like I'm soul searching
And they say money talks, well it's my spokesperson
Uh, grab a star from the sun roof
I fuck her in her dreams and make her come true
Yeah, Young Money and the power
Send my B's at ya like a mother fucking flower, hold up
Hold up
Hold up, wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up, man
We hustle till night fall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other ****
I fuck them ****' bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigger finger itching
And we hustle till night fall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other ****
I fuck them ****' bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigger finger itching, hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute, hold up
Hold up
Haha

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