Letra de Hold Up - Lil Wayne

(Feat. ["T-Streets"])

Leggo, OK

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 Quaaludes

Bal' like gay hoes

Weed so strong, it's like I twist tornadoes

Spit like nines, four-fifths, and three-eight-0s

Niggas want problems, well I am problematic

It's back to picking 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

Hold up, hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up, hold up

Man, we hustle 'til night fall

Party 'til sunlight

Guns in the boxers

Don't make this a gun fight

Fuck them other niggas

I fuck them niggas bitches

Benadryl shit

Trigger finger itching

And we hustle 'til night fall

Party 'til sunlight

Guns in the boxers

Don't make this a gun fight

Fuck them other niggas

I fuck them niggas bitches

Benadryl shit

Trigger finger itching

Hold up

Hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up

Hold up

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 the sock

Loose lips sink ships, better stop at the dock

Hol' up

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 your 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 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-searching

And they say money talks, well it's my spokesperson, uh

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 motherfucking flower

Hold Up

Hold up

Hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up

Hold up

Man, we hustle 'til night fall

Party 'til sunlight

Guns in the boxers

Don't make this a gun fight

Fuck them other niggas

I fuck them niggas bitches

Benadryl shit

Trigger finger itching

And we hustle 'til night fall

Party 'til sunlight

Guns in the boxers

Don't make this a gun fight

Fuck them other niggas

I fuck them niggas bitches

Benadryl shit

Trigger finger itching

Hold up

Hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up

Hold up

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