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t-streets - hold up lyrics

ok
b-tch 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 g-y hoes
weed so strong
its like i twist tornadoes
spit like 9’s
4 5th’s, and 3 8 oh’s
n-ggas want problems
well i am problematic
it’s back to pickin’ cotton
cause you n-ggas cotton candy
i’ma east side damu
deep water shamu
shoot you from your head to your shoulders, shampoo
kush and the bamboo
p-ssy in the bedroom
p-ss that b-tch down like an heirloom
tunechi

hold up
hold up
wait a minute
hold up
hold up

[chorus: x2]
hustle till nightfall
party till sunlight
guns in the boxes
don’t make this a gun fight
f-ck them other n-ggas
i f-ck them n-ggas b-tches
benadryl sh-t
trigga finger itchin’

hold up
hold up
wait a minute
hold up
hold up

b-tch i’m streets, i rep that east
gimme the beef, i’ll put the beef in da grease
kush in the sweets, your b-tch in the sheets
i f-cked that b-tch, mission complete
real n-gga talk, gangsta conversation
i’m a real n-gga don’t f-ck wit’ imitations
young money n-gga ain’t no limitations
i don’t play games n-ggas simulation
which one of y’all n-ggas say ya bout it?
it’s a f-cked up world t-streets take ya out of it
that’s word to the glock
glock in the sock
who’s left playin’ shields better stop at the dot
hold up

uh
married to the money
you welcome to the reception
she came with problems
f-ck it that’s my step sons
sleepin’ in the maybach
wake me when the jet come
and i keep the toast
turn yo -ss to bread crumbs
uh based on a true story
i got a million flows they ain’t even two 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-gga university, alumni
just check my watch
and that b-tch 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-ck her in her dreams
and make her come true, yeah
young money in the power
send my b’s at you like a motherf-ckin flower

hold up
hold up
wait a minute
hold up
hold up

hustle till nightfall
party till sunlight
guns in the boxes
don’t make this a gun fight
f-ck them other n-ggas
i f-ck them n-ggas b-tches
benadryl sh-t
trigga finger itchin’

man hustle till nightfall
party till sunlight
guns in the boxes
don’t make this a gun fight
f-ck them other n-ggas
i f-ck them n-ggas b-tches
benadryl sh-t
trigga finger itchin’

hold up
hold up
wait a minute
hold up
hold up

- t streets lyrics

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