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

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

    Album: I Am Not a Human Being
    Track No: 02
    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

    Writer(s): D. Carter, D. Stokes, B Parker, B. Wicker, K. Miller & J. James.

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