Lil Wayne – Hands Up lyrics

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 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 light up The kush, knock out, tyson fights I'm talking about ass and titties S** and the city Weezy f baby and the f is for "forget it" I'm loving my shine, sipping on fine wine I'm in some fine dime then she give me einstein Young money motherfucker, yeah we Picked a fine time I'm a 17, nigga. Bitch, I don't mind dimein I just ended up on every bitch's s** list Genie in the bottle, get a muthafuckin deathwish Thuga 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 up 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 Till 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 Explain Request ×

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