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Hold Up Lyrics

b**** im me, American gangsta
weezy F baby, born in a manger
trouble is my friend, i aint 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
Im raw like ?, ball like gay hoes
weed so strong its like i twist tornadoes
spit like 9′s, 4 5th"s, and 3 8 oh"s
n***** want problems, well i am problematic
Its back to pickin cotton cause you n***** cotton candy
ima east side damu, deep water shamoo
shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
Kush and the bamboo, p**** in the bedroom
pass that b**** down like an heirloom,
Tunechi

Hold up [x4]

[Chorus]
Huslte till night fall
Party till Sunrise
Guns in the boxs?
dont make this a gun fight
f*** them other n*****
f*** then n***** b******
Been with real s*** (?)
Trigga Finger itches
[x2]
[T-Streets Verse 2]
b**** im streets, I rep that east
Gimmie the beef, I"ll Put the beef in da grease
Kush in the sweets, b**** in the sheets
I f***** that b**** mission complete
Real n**** talk, Gangsta conversation
Im a real n**** dont f*** wit immitations
Young Money n**** aint no limatations
I dont play games n***** simulations
Which one of yall n***** say ya bout it?
Its a f***** up world T streets take ya out it
Thats word to the glock.. Glock in my sock
???? better stop at the dot

[Lil Wayne Verse 3]
Uhh Married to the money, welcome to the reception
She came with problems, f*** it thats my step sons
Sleepin in the Maybach, Wake me when the jet come
And i keep the toast turn yo a** to bread crumbs
Uhh based on a true story, i got a million flows they aint even 2 storys
Sleepin on the edge, I hope i dont toss and turn
Shoot down the early bird thats how i get the worm
Real n**** university.. Alumni
Just check my watch and the b**** says sometimes
She say when im in her feels like im soul searchin
And they say money talks, well its my spoke person
Uhh grab a star from the sun roof
I f*** her in her dreams and make her come true
Young Money is the power Send my B"s at you like a m*********** flower
[Chorus]

Huslte till night fall
Party till Sunrise
Gun in the boxs?
dont make this a gun fight
f*** them other n*****
f*** then n***** b******
Been with real s*** (?)
Trigga Finger itches
[x2]
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