Hold Up(Explicit Version) feat. T-Streets

歌詞

Let go, okay Bitch, I'm me, American gangsta Weezy F baby, born in a manger Trouble is my friend, I ain't 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 Qualo, 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 I'ma 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, tunechi Hold up, hold up Wait a minute Hold up, hold up We hustle 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 hustle 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 Bitch, I'm streets, I rep that east 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, don't fuck wit' imitations Young Money, nigga, ain't no limitations I don't play games, niggas simulation Which one of y'all niggas say ya 'bout it? It's a fucked up world, T-Streets take ya out it That's word to the glock, glock in my sock Who's left playin' shields better stop at the dot Hold up Uh, married to the money, you're 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 Uh, based on a true story I got a million flows, they ain't even 2 storey's 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, yeah Real nigga university, alumni Just check my watch and that bitch say sometimes She say when I'm in her, it feel like I'm soul searchin' And they say money talks, well, it's my spokes person Uh, 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 We hustle 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 hustle 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