paroles de chanson Hold Up - Lil Wayne feat. T-Streets

Lego, okay
Bitch I′m me, American gangsta
Weezy 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, Frio, 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 I twist tornadoes
Spit like 9′s, 4 5th′s, and 38 oh's
Niggas want problems, well I am problematic
It′s back to pickin' cotton cause you niggas cotton candy
I′mma 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
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Wait a minute
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Hold up
Mannn, we hustle till night fall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itchin′
And we hustle till night fall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itchin'
Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up
Haha
Maannn, bitch I′m Streets, I rep that east
Gi-gimme 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 nigga talk, gangsta conversation
I'm a real nigga, don′t fuck with imitations
Young Money nigga, ain't no limitations
I don′t play games, niggas simulation
Which one of y'all niggas say ya ′bout 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 step sons
Sleepin′ 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 2 story′s
Sleepin' on the edge, I hope I don′t toss and turn
Shoot down the early bird and that's how I get the worm yeah
Re-real nigga 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 searchin'
And they say money talks, well it′s my spokes person
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 motherfuckin' flower
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up
Mannn, we hustle till night fall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don′t make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itchin'
And we hustle till night fall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Don′t make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itchin'
Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up
Haha