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Hold Up (feat. T Streets)

Let go, okayBitch, 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 angelsShoot 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 hoesWeed so strong, it's like I twist tornadoes

Spit like 9s, 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 candyI'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, tunechiHold up, hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up, hold upWe hustle till nightfall

Party till sunlight

Guns in the boxes

Don't make this a gun fightFuck them other niggas

I fuck them niggas bitches

Benadryl shit

Trigga finger itchesAnd we hustle till nightfall

Party till sunlight

Guns in the boxes

Don't make this a gun fightFuck them other niggas

I fuck them niggas bitches

Benadryl shit

Trigga finger itchesHold up, hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up, hold upBitch, 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 completeReal 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 simulationWhich 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 upUh, 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 crumbsUh, 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, yeahReal 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 personUh, 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' flowerHold up, hold up, hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up, hold upWe hustle till nightfall

Party till sunlight

Guns in the boxes

Don't make this a gun fightFuck them other niggas

I fuck them niggas bitches

Benadryl shit

Trigga finger itchesAnd we hustle till nightfall

Party till sunlight

Guns in the boxes

Don't make this a gun fightFuck them other niggas

I fuck them niggas bitches

Benadryl shit

Trigga finger itchesHold up, hold up

Wait a minute

Hold up, hold up

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