B**** 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 its like I twist tornadoes
Spit like 9's, 4 5th's, and 3 8 oh's
N****s want problems, well I am problematic
It's back to pickin' cotton cause you n****s cotton candy
I'ma east side damu, deep water Shamu
Shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
Kush and the bamboo, p**** in the bedroom
Pa** that b**** down like an heirloom,

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Hustle till nightfall
Party till sunrise
Guns in the boxes
Dont make this a gun fight
F*** them other n****s
F*** them n****s b****es
Benadryl s***
Trigga finger itches

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B**** I'm streets, I rep that east
Gimmie the beef, I'll put the beef in da grease
Kush in the sweets, your b**** in the sheets
I f***ed that b****, mission complete
Real n**** talk, Gangsta conversation
I'm a real n**** don't f*** wit imitations
Young Money n**** ain't no limitations
I dont play games n****s simulation
Which one of y'all n****s say ya bout it?
It's a f***ed up world T-Streets take ya out of it
That's word to the glock. Glock in my sock
Who's left playin' shields better stop at the dot
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Uh Married to the money, welcome to the reception
She came with problems, f*** it that's my step sons
Sleepin' in the Maybach, wake me when the jet come
And I keep the toast turn yo a** to bread crumbs
Uh based on a true story, I got a million flows they ain't even 2 stories
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 n**** university, alumni
Just check my watch and that b**** say sometimes
She say when I'm in her it feel like I'm soul searchin'
And they say money talks, well its my spokes person
Uh grab a star from the sun roof
I f*** her in her dreams and make her come true
Young Money in the power
Send my B's at you like a motherf***in flower

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Lil Wayne – Hold Up Lyrics

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