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Hold Up by Lil Wayne [Lil Wayne Verse 1]
b**ch I'm 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
I'm raw like?, ball like gay hoes
Weed so strong it's like I twist tornadoes
Spit like 9′s, 4 5th's, and 3 8 oh's
Niggas want problems, well I am problematic
It's 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 b**ch down like an heirloom,
Tunechi

Hold up [x4]

[Chorus]
We Huslte till night fall
Party till Sunrise
Guns in the boxs
Don't make this a gun fight
f**k them other niggas
f**k then niggas b**ches
Benedryl sh*t
Trigga Finger itches
[X2]
[T-Streets Verse 2]
b**ch I'm streets, I rep that east
Gimmie the beef, I'll Put the beef in da grease
Kush in the sweets, Your b**ch in the sheets
I f**ked that b**ch mission complete
Real nigga talk, Gangsta conversation
I'm a real nigga don't f**k wit immitations
Young Money nigga aint no limatations
I don't play games niggas simulations
Which one of yall niggas say ya bout it?
It's a f**ked up world T streets take ya out it
That's word to the glock... Glock in the sock
? better stop at the dot

[Lil Wayne Verse 3]
Uhh Married to the money, you welcome to the reception
And She came with problems, f**k 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 flows they aint even 2 storys
Sleepin on the edge, I hope I don't toss and turn
Shoot down the early bird and that's how I get the worm
Real nigga university... Alumni
Just check my watch and the b**ch says sometimes
She say when I'm in her feels like I'm soul searchin
And they say money talks, well it's my spoke person
Uhh grab a star from the sun roof
I f**k her in her dreams and make her come true
Yeahh Young Money is the power Send my B's at you like a motherf**kin flower

[Chorus]

Huslte till night fall
Party till Sunlight
Gun in the boxs?
Don't make this a gun fight
f**k them other niggas
I f**k then niggas b**ches
Been with real sh*t
Trigga Finger itches
[X2]
[End]