Lyrics:
ma'
Im gonna give it to you mami (To you mami)
I want everybody to put your hands up in the air
(Put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air)
Got my dawg on Eukanuba
Put a shot through your medulla
I don't hate you moolies
Just an addict for the moolah
To my cash rulers
Never give a package
Put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you feel me
Come and put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you feel me
Put
think that shit is lethal
Well hello there mr. Evil
Or ms. Evil
Nowadays i can't even call them by their pronouns
Is getting more sensitive so i think
to the wall, keep your hands where I can see'em (see'em)
You messed around and got caught up, best believe it (yep)
Back again, drive-bys, gunshot wounds
And if
yo, I didn't hiccup or stutter
It's like butter y'all
G'on put your hands up
You wanna throw down, g'on put hands up
Start the party now, g'on put
hands at? Huh? I want to see them up
Put your hands up high if you ain't no chump
Put your hands up high, go ahead and jump
Put your hands up high, raise
She'd probably leave you standing with your hands out
Now they got they hands up
I'm the illest hands down
Now they got they hands out
Ricky Bobby they
If you know what's good
If you know what's good
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
I said, put your filthy hands all
If you know what's good
If you know what's good
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
I said, put your filthy hands all
want to wait another day oh
I just want to live my life tonight
So put your hands up
Put your hands up
So put your hands up
Put your put your hands up
Hahahahaha, yeah
It's your nigga young Khalifa, man
Chris Breezy
All my ladies put your hands up
Yeah, Taylor Gang
All my ladies put your
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat
as well give up your heart
Where does it end?
I got my hands up, what else am supposed to do? (Rest in peace to Mike Brown)
Where does it end? (And all
you ever disrespect
I'll put you out of your misery
Put you, I'll put you, I'll put you, put you out of your misery
If you run up on my set
I'll put
and I bet you're wet as water yeah
And you so hot girl I think you need some water yeah
And you a bad chick and you know
So let me see you put your hands
things
And when that sack got low, I shave them things
And put 'em right back together, I made them things
Put your sacks in the air if you represent
things
And when that sack got low, I shave them things
And put 'em right back together, I made them things
Put your sacks in the air if you represent
block parties with their hands up
And I'm pouring out this Henny on my canvas
For all the angels in the field like Tony Danza
Hit up your white friends
up, put up, put up, get out! (get out!)
Listen up, give it up, as I drop hip hop some lines,
Better believe in me, cause I'm your last hope, life
Ghost
Can't nobody bless me like, aye
The Holy Ghost
And it makes me want to dance
I'm gonna show you how to dance
Aye
Throw your hands up, put your leg
Bottle on deck money in the air Dillingaz Zeek I got you
Everyone knows that cash rules I'm that dude haters get played to the curve
Got your chick
to V.I.P. and drink with me
I'm about to get her
Uh, put your hands in the air
Yeah
Throw ya hands in the air
Throw ya hands in the air
Throw ya hands
come, hey
Baby, here I come
I want you, good God, to sit down
Put your hand across your lap
Get yourself together, I'm ready
I'm ready, hey, sit
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