Lil Wayne, T-Streets - Hold Up lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne, T-Streets - Hold Up lyrics]
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
Maan, 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
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
Maan, 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