Lyrics:
hands up (maybe it's the thug in me)
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood, never be the same
Nobi yeee I say na God oh
The Things e donc do
I nofit to explain ooo
He took me to the moon and back
Na God e put
Blessings for my hand
Medecin for my
gage
There's so many things I wish I could say right now
Imma make my momma proud keep my hands up out the trap
Imma put my family on we been all across
(you promise?)
I will never put my hands on you, come on, and think about it
We ain't even got to talk when we see each other
We got it all chalked
apartment we share, a hell!
[Nicky]
So do you, that's why I'm in hell too!
[Rod]
It sucks to be me!
[Nicky]
No it sucks to be me!
[Kate]
It sucks to be
everything he provided for me
I just get to believe then I get to receive
he's never too busy he's within
so its not a big deal that my God is with me
on God I'ma speak from my chest
When denying my flesh I put pressure on necks
Back in my bag like it's Halloween
Growing up all I ate was apologies
Now I
(Gahh)
Femme Le Bouch Nigga Pardon my French
It’s ok to put the world in my hands
Motherfucker look
Enlightened by the words from my pen
We was working
Put ya back in, back out and do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out and do the hump
I bring it back
like you Bruce Willis when I shoot to kill it
Too many hood guys, not enough good guys
The way you say pussy in plural, is puss-I
I don't be fuckin'
And when we're holding hands it's like having sex with me
You say I'm premature I just call it Ecstasy
I wear a rubber at all times it's a necessity
of man that can lace the crowd
Which ya hands on ya ? or you could raise them proud
I bust shots off
Put my hands on my shorty and I make it hotter
I
will
And if he ever put his hands on you, promise I get him killed, true
True, true, true, yeah
On God, I love that girl
I'm a sh-, I'm a bad
Police be rushin' when they see me, I flaunt it
Americas Most Wanted live on T.V. Life: pleasure and pain,
stuck in this game, holler my name. We all
and you loyal put
Yo mother fuckin hands up
Put yo mother fuckin hands up
Yea that real shit is what we got in common
If the world was on sale i'd
Buy it
the shoe fit's
It’s ooh niggas through living
Ain’t nobody gon stop me
Put in work, I deserve my shine
All my life tryna block me
Hit the verse I’m a make
children's voices singing
Of a God who heals and rescues and restores
And I'm reminded
That every child in Africa is Yours
And its all Yours, God, Yours,
VVS's on my neck
And I put it all on the wrist, man it's bust-down
Hold up wait, in God I trust now
Who it is, when it be young Willis
Imma pour a four
lovin' than it is hatin'
Ain't that right, huh?
Well this is what we gon' do
I want all of the people out there with love in they hearts
That's
feel beaten, I don't bite back, go down on my knees for a reason
On-site Satan when I see him
BOW break that bread and eat it
I put my arm in the air
(uh), I know they mad at me (nah)
Hop in the coupe, then I slide like it's Vaseline (skrrt, skrrt)
West coast 6-4 jump like a trampoline (6-4)
Take
crew, put your hands up in the air if you feel me
Fuck em' all day, fuck em' all night, treat niggas like hoes
It's whateva like a four long blaze,
like a phone that just got charged
So like Bruce Willis, I die hard
My God, you catch feelings, that's my fault
Feelings hurt, I put them on I-R
Drop
hands
Its like having sex with me
You say I'm premature
I just call it ecstasy
I wear a rubber at all times
Its a necessity
Cause I jizz in my pants
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