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

Sex 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 sex 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