Lyrics:
Mob-mobbin' like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be servin'
Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by
a reminder to tell a tí por favor lucha
Gonna be surrounded by mierda y mucha mierda
Pero escucha
Take pride of who a tí are and ignora al que te abuchea
Oh
déjame sola que es tu motivo.
Quiero escuchar la musica ooo, ooo
Pre chorus:
Pa ti, pa ti, no hay nada pa ti.
Pa ti, pa ti, so keep your hands up off
body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up
[CHORUS:]
Man I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands
[CHORUS:]
Man I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands
eni tia su
Like sure,like all,awon olopa la su
Every time ni won ma burst,le awon boys hands up
Gat to feel the shit right
Ko si eni mo shey mo by
NIGGA
daily
Just chain my hands down, make love to my body baby
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Chain my hands down, make love to my body baby
shield.
Upon thy right hand
Upon thy right hand
For the sun shall not smite me by day, nor the moon by night.
He shall preserve my soul, even
(uh)
Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup (come on)
If you a fly gyal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up
Intro
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce,... Hands Up and Bounce, hands up and bounce, hands up and bounce, DONT SHOOT!!
Put Ya Hands Up And Bounce, Hands Up
cards tucked up his sleeve!
By George! By Jove! By Jeeves!
Our collective IQ of around Forty Two
Cannot cope, to be terribly frank
All true leaders
me bo rrep po ti nuk di
Mbylle gojen dhe mos fol ti
Shut up! Mos fol ti shhhhh! Mos fol ti
Shut up! Mos fol ti mbylle gojen
Dhe mos fol ti shut up! Mos
handle my boots, leave alone even my boots
Better pucker up, buttercup you trip on your shoes
You and your crew you're like oop ti doo
Clowning
the world are burning, a tí can cambiar all and defend what it's yours
By
Your
Side
I given up
By
Your
Side
I given up
I am burning inside
Don' t leave my
Uh, yeah
Oh, mhm (uh)
You take me by the hand
You light my fire
But you're no mine yet
I hope a tí are no a liar
Don't break the magic of desire
I
drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking like flip
Man I run this rap shit
(Get your hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high)
Rest in
You gonna die by my hands
You gonna die by my hands
You gonna die, you gonna die
you gonna die by my hands
You gonna die by my hands
You gonna die
dwane
Afei wo dwane wo dwane yaah
Etuo baako mo nyinaa
Y3 kumo kumo kumo kumo kumo
Etuo baako mo nyinaa
Y3te mo ti mo ti mo ti mo ti
Etuo baako mo nyinaa
the enemies
Straight up
M'akoma y3 venn diagram
Came with Bentley we leaving
In a mini van
Yeah
My dawgs are the better ones
We got the hands on the trigger in
understand how hard was for me
I wished a tí were there laid by my side
Please take my hand and heal all my scars
And now a tí know I would do the same just
Yea, it's been a long time coming man. What everybody's been waiting. Throw your hands up now.
Q
EVERYBODY IN THE FRONT OF THE CLUB (Throw your
man, then clap your hands
If you venture up the wrong road, then the circumstance
Will be crucial, I got hundreds of rhymes that'll suit you
So listen
niggas lati fall back ti eba ri owo talking
Ani men ani boys awa lowo talking
Awa set bar
Awa ti lo, awa ti lo
My nigga by far
Nigga by far
Mo ti de, mo ti
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