Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold Up, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hold Up |
| Leggo, Ok |
| 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 a-hole; |
| frio, fuego |
| All about my bread like bagels, they know |
| I’m raw like Quaaludes |
| Bal' like gay hoes |
| Weed so strong it’s like I twist tornadoes |
| Spit like nines, four-fifths, and three-eight-0s |
| Niggas want problems, well I am problematic |
| It’s back to picking cotton, cause you niggas cotton candy |
| I’m a Eastside Damu |
| 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 an heirloom |
| Tunechi |
| Hold up, hold up |
| Wait a minute |
| Hold up, hold up |
| Man, we hustle 'til night fall |
| Party 'til sunlight |
| Guns in the boxers |
| Don’t make this a gun fight |
| Fuck them other niggas |
| I fuck them niggas bitches |
| Benadryl shit |
| Trigger finger itching |
| And we hustle 'til night fall |
| Party 'til sunlight |
| Guns in the boxers |
| Don’t make this a gun fight |
| Fuck them other niggas |
| I fuck them niggas bitches |
| Benadryl shit |
| Trigger finger itching |
| Hold up |
| Hold up |
| Wait a minute |
| Hold up |
| Hold up |
| Maan, bitch I’m Streets, I rep that East |
| Gimme the beef, I’ll put the beef in the 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 with imitations |
| Young Money nigga, ain’t no limitations |
| I don’t play games, niggas simulation |
| Which one of y’all niggas say you bout it |
| It’s a fucked up world T-Streets take you out it |
| That’s word to the Glock |
| Glock in the sock |
| Loose lips sink ships, better stop at the dock |
| Hol' up |
| Married to the money, you welcome to the reception |
| And she came with problems; |
| fuck it, that’s my stepsons |
| Sleeping in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come |
| And I keep the toast, turn your ass to bread crumbs, 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 sunroof |
| I fuck her in her dreams, and make her come true |
| Yeah, Young Money and the power |
| Send my B’s at you, like a motherfucking flower |
| Hold Up |
| Hold up |
| Hold up |
| Wait a minute |
| Hold up |
| Hold up |
| Man, we hustle 'til night fall |
| Party 'til sunlight |
| Guns in the boxers |
| Don’t make this a gun fight |
| Fuck them other niggas |
| I fuck them niggas bitches |
| Benadryl shit |
| Trigger finger itching |
| And we hustle 'til night fall |
| Party 'til sunlight |
| Guns in the boxers |
| Don’t make this a gun fight |
| Fuck them other niggas |
| I fuck them niggas bitches |
| Benadryl shit |
| Trigger finger itching |
| Hold up |
| Hold up |
| Wait a minute |
| Hold up |
| Hold up |