[Lyrics] Lil Wayne – Hold Up (Ft. T-Streets) Lyrics

A little back, a little back, a little back
Leggho
Ok, Bitch I’m me, American Gangster
Weezy F baby, born in a manger
Trouble is my friend, I ai’nt far in the danger
Clip full of wings, turn you boys to 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
Im raw like Qualo
Ball like gay holes
Weed so strong its like I twist tornadoes
Spit like nines, four fifth’s, and three eight oh’s
niggas want problems, well I am problematic
Its back to pickin cotton cause you niggas cotton candy
Ima 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,
Tune-chi
Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up
Maaaan!
Huslte till nightfall
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
Trigga finger itches, and we
Huslte till nightfall
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
Trigga finger itches, hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute, hold up
Hold up
(Ha, ha!) Maaan
Bitch Im streets, I rep that east
G-gimmie the beef, I’ll put the beef in da 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, dont fuck wit immitations
Young Money nigga, ain’t no limitations
I dont play games niggas simulation
Which one of yall niggas say ya bout it?
Its a fucked up world T-Streets take ya out it
Thats word to the glock. Glock in my sock
Who’s left playin shields better stop at the dot
Hold up
Uhh, Married to the money, you welcome to the reception
And 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 floors, they ain’t even two stories
Sleepin on the edge, I hope I dont toss and turn
Shoot down the early bird, and that’s how I get the worm yeah
R-real nigga university, alumni
Just check my watch and that bitch say, “Some-times”
She say when Im in her it feel like I’m soul searchin
And they say money talks, well it’s my spokes person
Uhh, grab a star from the sun roof
I fuck her in her dreams, and make her come true
Yeah, Young Money in the power
Send my B’s at you like a motherfuckin flower, hold up
Hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up
(Maaaan)
Huslte till nightfall
Party till sunlight
Guns in the boxes
Dont make this a gun fight
Fuck them other niggas
I fuck them niggas bitches
Benadryl shit
Trigga finger itches, and we
Huslte till nightfall
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
Trigga finger itches, hold up
Hold up
Wait a minute
Hold up
Hold up
Haa!

(A little back, a little back, a little back)