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Lil' Wayne, T Streets, T-Streets - Hold Up (Explicit Version)

Hold Up
Lil' Wayne, T Streets, T-Streets
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[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Leggo!
Bitch, I'm me, American gangster,
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 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, it's like I twist tornadoes,
Spit like nines, four fifths, and three eight o'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 Shamu,
Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo,
Kush in the bamboo, pussy in the bedroom,
Pass that bitch down like an heirloom.
Tunechi.

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
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 niggas, I fuck them niggas' bitches,
Benadryl shit, trigger finger itchin'.
Man, 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, trigger finger itchin'.
Hold up, hold up.
Wait a minute.
Hold up, hold up.

[Verse 2: T-Streets]
Man, bitch, I'm streets, I rep that East,
Gimme the beef, I'll put the beef in the grease.
Kush in the sweets, your 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 you bout it?
It's a fucked up world, T-Streets take you out it,
That's word to the Glock-Glock in sock,
Loose lips ain't ships, better stop at the dock, hold up!

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Married to the money, you welcome to the reception,
And she came with problems, fuck it, that's my stepsons.
Sleepin' in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come,
And I keep the toast, turn your ass to bread crumbs.
Based on a true story,
I got a million flows, they ain't even two stories.
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, Real Nigga University alumni,
Just checked my watch and that bitch said, ‘Sometimes',
She say, when I'm in her, it feel like I'm soul searchin',
And they say money talks, well, it's my spokesperson.
Grab a star from the sunroof,
I fuck her in her dreams, and make her come true,
Yeah, Young Money and the power,
Send my b's at you like a mothafuckin' flower.

[Chorus]

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