Song: Hold Up
Artist: Lil Wayne ft. T-Streets
Hold Up was performed by American rapper, Lil Wayne team up with T-Streets that serves as second track off Wayne’s eighth studio album entitled I Am Not a Human Being released digitally on September 27, 2010 (same day on his birthday) through Young Money Entertainment, Cash Money Records and Universal Motown Records. The physical version of album was released on October 12, 2010. The song was written by Carter, Jesse James, Keith Miller, Brian Parker, David Stokes, Brian Wicker and produced by The Olympicks. The album’s lead single Right Above It featuring rapper Drake was released previously on iTunes on August 17, 2010. The album has received double platinum certification from The Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) for sales over 2,000,000 copies.
Lil Wayne – Hold Up Mp3 and Music Video
Lil Wayne – Hold Up Lyrics
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, gangster 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
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