Lyrics:
a different species, meet me in DC
Let's party on the White House lawn
Tiger woods times Jesse James
Equals Pitbull all night long
Wake up Barack
mo deadlier than a pitbull, when you locked up in my sight,
so stay up outta my path, an beware because I bite.
(chorus)
of Cains & Judas Iscariots
So my paranoia will mad annoy ya but do act, or just parry up
Omo guy bone I'm past shook by same dudes from my class room
I grew
Hands Up
Hands Up Hands Up Hands Up Hands Up
Hands Up Hands Up Hands Up Hands Up
Living my life with you by my side
You never left me
Wasn't sure you
shit without throwin' my hands, I did that
Ran me a forty up on 'em, that forty pointer on 'em
You know that I did that
Lil shorty from Houston, I
like we don't care
We adjust to the light
Hands in the air
So everybody put your hands up, hand, put your hands up
Hands up, hand, put your hand
Pele-Pele Production
Yeah, Eh!
To me
Hey!
If you ever been lonely, throw your hands up
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up!
If you ever been
by the fools
Throwin up my squad, holdin up high for the crew
You know how we do...
Yeah, it's plain, simple, I got a plan, go get this money
DC
Let's party on the White House lawn
Tiger woods times Jesse James
Equals Pitbull all night long
Wake up Barack and Michelle, let 'em know that it's
fucking jazz hands back in your pants and get them shits sliced
Caught the ghost when I was yay high, so today I stay way high
Do not worry about my
Rudolf, and Pitbull, they gon' help you sing this song.
I love just who you are,
I ain't gon' try to change ya.
You are a shooting Star,
That's why you are
Rudolf, and Pitbull, they gon' help you sing this song.
I love just who you are,
I ain't gon' try to change ya.
You are a shooting Star,
That's why you are
Lived and raised with pitbulls
The note said I gotta step up my level
Holding my tears popping a vessle
hands up
Get yo hands up
Get yo hands up
Get yo hands up
Get yo hands up
Drop that molly in my system I'm surrounded by these women
Girl you sexy as can
Writing till my hands bleed
Filling up ashtrays
Staring at these Keto Greens
And pouring scotch plain
350 hit his neck it's swinging like a pendulum
Muscle
know I rep' this shit,
I got my hands up on your chest,
Motherfuckers best believe it,
That you're fuckin' with the best
I'm not your boyfriend, baby,
I
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 up high,
it can't deny it in the tiots was a looter
Used to hang with drive by shooters, stick 'em up for Honda scooters
Never was a scholar, make you throw
(Infinite):
Looking like a bag
Smelling like a bag..
Sell it by the bag
You can tell it by the swag..
They ain't fucking with me
You can tell it how I brag
the pitbulls
For fistfuls of dollars and cents, we empty pistols
Plotting out elaborate scams to get our hands on some
Lofts of land or maybe, thoughts of plans
Take what you want, tie they a** up
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Bring it back all white
Yeah
Oh you turn up? Get the red cup
Let's go let's go there's no time to wait that's for certain
Get this shit on lock now Patrick Surtain
Hold up
Rudolf, and Pitbull, they gon' help you sing this song.
I love just who you are,
I ain't gon' try to change ya.
You are a shooting Star,
That's why you are
It's a different species, meet me in DC
Let's party on the White House lawn
Tiger woods times Jesse James
Equals Pitbull all night long
Wake up
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