Lil Wayne - Hands Up (Freestyle) | Текст песни

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• Hands Up (Freestyle)

Yeah, uh, let’s get fucked up
On the road to riches, you’re just a speed bump
Funny how that heater make a nigga freeze up
We smoke a tree down til it’s just a tree stump
That Eastside nigga, bang on you bitches
I’m going at your neck, strangle you bitches
Got a long-ass list full of bad-ass bitches
And I stay burned out like a bad transmission
I’m on, like the lights I lights up the Kush
Knocked out, Tyson fight
I’m talking about ass and titties
Sex in 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 motherfucker, yeah we picked a fine time
I’mma 17 nigga, bitch I don’t mind dyin’
Man, I just ended up on every bitch sex list
Genie in the bottle, get a motherfuckin’ death wish
Thugga in this bitch, he say: “fuck y’all niggas”
Breaking buds down the size of a football nigga
Red beam, gimme the light, no Sean Paul nigga
Let Nino bust in your face like a porn star nigga
Yeah I keep the Brian Pumper, no homo
The shit I’m on got the world moving in slow-mo
Man, I told Mack I was gon’ 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 ass up in the air
I swear I got-I swear I got the largest clip up in the world
Right here in my Gat
Yeah, and I wish a nigga play
I’mma bust a nigga ass
Hate Young Money? then fuck you in the ass
187, and a hockey mask haha
YMCMB gon’ ball till we fall
And it’s fuck all y’all, haha
Ball til we fall
And it’s fuck all y’all
We straight, sorry for the wait

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