Lyrics:
up yeah yeah)
Put yo hands up
Put yo hands up (yeah)
Put yo put yo hands up
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I LOV'EM
I LOV'EM
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I LOV'EM
I
Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, and two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it low,
Get up, stand up throw your hands up
I want to rock right now
My name's Vein and I came to get down
I'm not internationally known
But I'm known to get
me get back to it
Hold lot of loud and a lil bag would, whole lotta money big tip by wood
I put it on a train little engine could BITCH!!!
Girl
lobs
Call me, try to shoot you, bet I miss your ass in danger
Lil' clique gettin' into the chamber like the Long Ranger
Mr. Mr. Cop, I mean Mr. fuckin'
Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they miss the nice guy but there's no more Mr. Nice Guy
On the real, I done had enough of people
watt
Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes 1 by 1, even 2 by 2
Everybody in the floor let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it low then
mr potato head of the year, 'n' you kn.. a put together gangsta!
Rolling through Connecticut
In a stolen mini-van
Stop at his house
I don't see many
up like carpaccio, nigga
Extra thin
Yo, I play with cold stoves so
Hot it'll break the Pyrex
Yellow and black Wu Nikes go
With the Pittsburgh Pirates
'm touring
Keep up the pouring
That poison yo organs
I'll keep putting powder front of my forehead
Popping them pills
Til these artists there's more dead
Yeah real Rx
I got my mask on, yeah
Put your mothafuckin' mask on, yeah
Real Rx, yeah
If you gon' shoot then shoot
What's the hold up?
They shot
bladder
You mumble like goo-goo-goo ga-ga
You are baby, you need a pamper
You kill rap motherfucker, you cancer
I kill you motherfucker, put hands up
Hands
cool because I know he get drunk and act a damn full if you relate to what I am saying homie stand up thank God we all save put your hand up
Hey y’all
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
You a fuckin' pretender
My lil brother look at me
And he know it's own
Before I go to school he up jammin' my song
It's crazy cause I'm lookin' at
Him
. Rosenberg
Now you're livin' life up in the fast lane, Mr. Rosenberg
Always with a bad dame gettin' mad brain, Mr. Rosenberg
Feels like I've been gone for
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
(yeah)
Busted with paper, infected with rhyme
Repeat 1 to fade
[Lil' Cease]
Yo, yo, feel the ruff, nigga
Uh, Flipmode
Uh,
Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody for my own
Oh, I'm so lonely
I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody for my own
Oh, I'm so lonely
Yo, this one here
fit, man I feel like I'm famous
Real Mr. Put It On
Fucking yo bitch and she sing my songs
Feel just like Uzi, my money long
I get way too high, man
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, lil' mama
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, lil' mama
Yippee ki yo, yippee yay, I met myself a cowgirl
What she want? Put me
holla Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods holla Mr. Chris in this bitch
So who else in this game do i have left to tell come at me
cuz all this shit
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
up (get 'em up)
Put 'em up (put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo' hands up
Well, get 'em up (get 'em up)
Put 'em up (put 'em up)
Stop
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