Hold Up (feat. T-streets)

Lil Wayne

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    Bitch i'm me, American Gangster
    Weezy F Baby, born in a manger
    Trouble is my friend, i aint far into danger
    Clips full of wings, turn you boys into angels
    Shoot you in your halo, shoot you like Halo
    New Orleans A-hole, Frio, Fuego
    All about my bread like bagels, they know
    I'm raw like Quelos, ball like gay hoes
    Weed so strong its like i twist tornados
    Spit like 9's, 4-5ths and 380's
    Niggas want problems, well i am problematic
    It's back to pickin cotton cause you niggas cotton candy
    I'm a eastside Damu, deep water Shamoo
    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, maaaaan.

    We hustle til nightfall, party til sunlight
    Guns in the boxers, don't make this a gunfight
    Fuck them other niggas, i'm fuckin niggas' bitches
    Benadryl shit, trigger finger itchin
    And we hustle til nightfall, party til sunlight
    Guns in the boxers, don't make this a gunfight
    Fuck them other niggas, i'm fuckin niggas' bitches
    Benadryl shit, trigger finger itchin

    Hold up
    Hold up, wait a minute
    Hold up
    Hold up

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    Man
    Bitch i'm streets, i rep that East
    G-Give me the beef, i'll put the beef in the grease
    K-K-Kush in the sweets, your bitch in the sheets
    I'll fuck that bitch, m-mission complete
    Real nigga talk, gangsta conversation
    I'm a real nigga, don't fuck with imitations
    Young Money nigga, aint no limitations
    I dont play games, nigga simulation
    Which one of y'all niggas say you bout it
    This a fucked up world, T-Streets take you out it
    That's word to the glock, Glock in the sock
    Loose lips sink ships better stop at the dot
    Hold up!

    Uh, Married to the money, you welcome to the reception
    And she came with problems, fuck it thats my stepsons
    Sleepin in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come
    And i keep the toast, turn your ass to bread crumbs
    Uh, based on a true story, i got a million flows, aint even two stories
    Sleepin on the edge, i hope i dont toss and turn
    Shoot down the early bird and thats how i get the worm, yeah
    R-Real nigga university, Alumni
    Just check my watch and that bitch says 'Sometimes'
    She say when i'm in her, it feel like i'm soul searchin'
    And they say money talks, well its 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 you like motherfuckin flower
    Hold up

    Hold up
    Hold up, wait a minute
    Hold up
    Hold up, maaaaan.

    We hustle til nightfall, party til sunlight
    Guns in the boxers, don't make this a gunfight
    Fuck them other niggas, i'm fuckin niggas' bitches
    Benadryl shit, trigger finger itchin
    We hustle til nightfall, party til sunlight
    Guns in the boxers, don't make this a gunfight
    Fuck them other niggas, i'm fuckin niggas' bitches
    Benadryl shit, trigger finger itchin

    Hold up
    Hold up, wait a minute
    Hold up
    Hold up, HAHA

    Song details

    Composition: Lil Wayne, Bptheproducer, Flawless, Knoxvill, Jay Fab, and Problem Child

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