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lil wayne - hands up lyrics

let’s get f-cked up
on the road to riches you’re just a speed b-mp
funny how the heater make a n-gg- freeze up
we smoke a tree down til it’s just a tree stump
that eastside n-gg-, bang on you b-tches
i’m going at your neck strangle you b-tches
got a long–ss list full of bad–ss b-tches
and i stay burned out like a bad transmission

i’m on, like the lights i lights up
the kush, knocked out, mike tyson fight
i’m talking about -ss and t-tties
s-x and the city
weezy f baby and the f is for “forget it”
i’m loving my shine, sipping on fine wine
up and some fine dime, then she give me einstein
young money motherf-cker, yeah we picked the fine time
i’m a 17, n-gg-. b-tch, i don’t mind a dime
and i just ended up on every b-tch’s s-x list
genie in the bottle, get a motherf-ckin dead wish
thugga in this b-tch, he say f-ck y’all n-gg-s
breaking buds down the size of a football n-gg-
red beam, gimme the light, no sean paul n-gg-
let nino bust in your face like a p-rn star n-gg-
yeah i keep the brian pumper, no h-m-
the sh-t i’m on got the world moving in slow-mo
man, i told mack i was gonna do it
above the law, but under the influence
man, i was on my skateboard
kick push swagger, got my girl to the room
got behind her like a shadow

i had her -ss up in the air
i swear got i swear i got the largest clip up in the world
right here in my gat
and i wish a n-gg- play
i’m a bust a n-gg- -ss
hate young money? then f-ck you in the -ss
187 and a hockey mask, ymcmb gon’ ball
til we fall. and this f-ck all y’all
ball til we fall. and this f-ck all y’all
we straight, sorry for the wait

- lil wayne lyrics

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