Lyrics:
a nip/tuck
A tactician with my vision
Slide between yall like a bishop
Take yo queen like bobby fisher
Hands up, it's a stickup
Hands up, it's a stickup
Hands
up, but I can't make you stay
Oh, by the way
They don't know that you have the world
In your hands, and you know it
But, damn, you look so fine
By
to stand
Lift me from the ground and
Use your hands
To hold me by the heart
Tell me I'll be whole again
Hold me by the heart
Tell me it will never end
to stand
Lift me from the ground and
Use your hands
To hold me by the heart
Tell me I'll be whole again
Hold me by the heart
Tell me it will never end
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
What you thought it was nigga I'm the man round here
Hands down man down by my grandma crib
On the east
Riding round don't be slipping
Don't
yes, yes, yes, yes
Put your hands up in the air, put your hands up
If you tell him yes
Put your hands up in the air, put your hands up
If you tell
this night to never end, yeah
With my people by my side
Ooh, I would do it all again
And all I wanna
All I wanna do
Hands up
Hands up
Hands up
Hands up
Medecin for my hand
( eh eh , eh eh eeeeh eh eh )
Nobi me complain
Nobi only me get problems
I didn’t even know that I needed saving
Until he showed up man
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side
'Til 3005, hol' up (hol' up
From the streets of miami,
To presenting at the Grammys
Con el muslito de Jennifer,
Maybe now you understand me
Clap your hands, go clap your
It's MOG baby
Omar Dockn
Set up set up set up set up
huh huh
Circle don skill
Hands up air dancehall tun up huh
Hands up air me tun up dancehall
the damn thing
I want sex in the kitchen over by the stove
I want put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll
surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Let's go
Bounce to the beat, people hands up
Everybody in the place stand up
And jump it, shake
at the end, round by the corner
Close to the edge, just by a river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down
Now that it's all over and done
Now that
like to be cooked in this oven
And baked into a cookie Mr Hand
The hand picked up Jo
After they arrived at their destination by hand travel
They
hands
That's my lil' steppa, he click on demand
Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up (mop it up)
Microwave, microwave, microwave (trap)
Lock it up, lock it
with my hands
Tied up in those ropes (Your ropes)
Forever and ever, no more (No more)
The midnight sky is the road I'm takin'
Head high up in the clouds
Two sides, right side; how do you ride?
In the day in the night under moonlight
Catch a vibe, ride the wave til the tune dies
Surrounded by all
Put yo mother fuckin hands up
Real Bitches put yo hands up
This for real bitches only put
Yo mother fuckin hands up
Real chicks put yo hands up
If
It's 448 grams, it's 448 grams
It's 448 grams
In a pound, bust it down, split it all with my mans
We grew up off of hand to hands, dawg, we ain't
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
fight your battles
Fight your battles still
My God hands are tender and gentle
He'll hold you up
When you cannot stand
He'll give you peace you won't
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