Lil Wayne Hold Up текст песни, слова песни Hold Up Lil Wayne & T-Streets
Lil Wayne - Hold Up
feat. T-Streets
Bitch I'm me, American gangsta
Weezy F baby, born in a manger
Trouble is my friend, I ain't far in the danger
Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels
Shoot ya in your halo, shoot you like halo
... New orleans A-hole, Flee-o, Fuego
All about my bread like bagels, they know
I'm raw like?, ball like gay hoes
Weed so strong it's like I twist tornadoes
Spit like 9′s, 4 5th's, and 3 8 oh's
Niggas want problems, well I am problematic
It's back to pickin cotton cause you niggas cotton candy
I'm a east side 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 [x4]
[Chorus:]
Huslte till night fall
Party till Sunrise
Guns in the boxs?
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
Fuck then niggas bitches
Benedryle shit
Trigga Finger itchin
[x2]
[Verse 2: T-Streets]
Bitch I'm streets, I rep that east
Gimmie the beef, I'll Put the beef in da grease
Kush in the sweets, Bitch in the sheets
I fucked that bitch mission complete
Real nigga talk, Gangsta conversation
I'm a real nigga don't fuck with immitations
Young Money nigga ain't no limatations
I don't play games niggas simulations
Which one of ya'll 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 my sock
Who's left playin shields better stop at the dot
Hold up
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uhh Married to the money, welcome to the reception
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
Uhh based on a true story, I got a million flows they ain't even 2 storys
Sleepin on the edge, I hope I don't toss and turn
Shoot down the early bird that's how I get the worm
Real nigga university... Alumni
Just check my watch and the bitch says sometimes
She say when I'm in her feels like I'm soul searchin
And they say money talks, well it's my spoke person
Uhh grab a star from the sun roof
I fuck her in her dreams and make her come true
Young Money is the power Send my B's at you like a motherfuckin flower
[Chorus:]
Huslte till night fall
Party till Sunrise
Gun in the boxs?
Don't make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
Fuck then niggas bitches
Benedryle shit
Trigga Finger itchin
[x2]
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