Hold Up Lyrics - I'm Not A Human Being - Lil Wayne

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 

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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 

Photos 

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 

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