Lil' Wayne - Hands Up Freestyle lyrics

rate me

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 lights up

The kush, knocked out, 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 and some fine dime, then she give me Einstein

Young Money motherfucker, yeah we picked the fine time

I was 17, nigga. Bitch, I don’t mind a dime

And I just ended up on every bitch’s sex list

Genie in the bottle, get a muthafuckin 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 gonna 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

And I wish a nigga play

I’ma bust a nigga ass

Hate Young Money? Then fuck you in the ass

187 and a hockey mask, YMCMB gon’ ball

Til we fall. And this fuck all y’all

Ball til we fall. And this fuck all y’all

We straight, sorry for the wait

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Thanks to adrianna