Hands Up Lyrics by Lil Wayne
let's get fucked up
on the road to riches
you're just a speed bump
funny how the heater make a nigga freeze up
weezy 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 light up
the kush, knock out, mike tyson fight
i'm talking about ass and titties
sex and the city
weezy f baby and the f is for "forget it"
you loving my shine, sipping on fine wine
? she give me einstein
young money motherfucker, yeah we
picked a fine time
i was 17, nigga. bitch, i don't mind a dime
i just ended up on every bitch's sex list
genie in the bottle, get a muthafuckin deathwish
? 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 a brian pumper, no homo
the shit 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 the 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 the largest clip in the world
right here in my gat
and i wish a nigga play
i'mma bust a nigga's ass
hate young money? then fuck you in the ass
187 and a hockey mask, ymcmb gonna ball
til we fall. and this fuck all y'all
gonna ball til we fall. and this fuck all y'all
we straight, sorry for the wait
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