Текст песни
Leggo. Okay. 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, ay ho, frio, fuego. All about my bread like bagels, they know. I'm raw like huevos, ball like gay hoes. Weed so strong it's like I twist tornadoes. Spit like 9s, four fifths, and three eighthos. Niggas want problems, well I am problematic. It's back to picking cotton 'cause you niggas cotton Candy. I'm a East Side mamu, 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 a heirloom. Tunechi. Hold up. Hold up. Wait a minute. Hold up. Hold up. Man. We hustle 'til nightfall, party 'til sunlight. Guns in the boxers, don't make this a gunfight. Fucking with these niggas, I fuck them niggas' Bitches. Been a drill shit, trigger finger itching. Man, we hustle 'til nightfall, party 'til sunlight. Guns in the boxers, don't make this a gunfight. Fucking with these niggas, I fuck them niggas' Bitches. Been a drill shit, trigger finger itching. Hold up. Hold up. Wait a minute. Hold up. Hold up. Stop. Bitch, I'm streets, I rep that East. Gi-give me the beef, I put the beef In the grease. Cu-kush in the sweets, Your bitch in the sheets. I fucked that bitch, m-mission complete. Real nigga talk, gangster conversation. I'm a real nigga, don't fuck with imitations. Young Money, nigga, ain't no limitations. I don't play games, nigga, simulation. Which one of y'all niggas say you 'bout it? It's a fucked up world 'til streets take you 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. If she came with problems, Fuck it, that's my step sons. Sleeping in the Maybach, wake me when the jet Come. And I keep the toast, turn your ass To breadcrumbs. 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 sun roof. I fuck her in her dreams and make her Come true. Yeah, Young Money and the power. Send my bees at you like a motherfucking flower. Hold up. Hold up. Hold up. Wait a minute. Hold up. Hold up. Man. We hustle 'til nightfall, party 'til sunlight. Guns in the boxers, don't make this a gunfight. Fucking with these niggas, fuck them niggas' Bitches. Been a drill shit, trigger finger itching. Man, we hustle 'til nightfall, party 'til sunlight. Guns in the boxers, don't make this a gunfight. Fucking with these niggas, I fuck them niggas' Bitches. Been a drill shit, trigger finger itching. Hold up. Hold up. Wait a minute. Hold up. Hold up. Stop.
Lil Wayne, T-Streets — Hold Up Explicit Version
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