Lil Wayne – Hands Up Lyrics

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[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"
I'm loving my shine, sipping on fine wine
Up 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 dying, man
I just ended up on every bitch's sex list
Genie in the bottle, get a muthafuckin' deathwish
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 Nina 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 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