air Better keep your ears open, this is all real, no boastin' Throw yo' hands up in the mothafuckin' air If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the mothafuckin' air
Throw your motherfuckin' hands up in the air If you feel me throw your hands up in the air Better keep your ears open This is all grill no boastin' Throw your hands
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your motherfuckin' hands up in the air If you feel me throw your hands up in the air Better keep your ears open This is all grill no boastin' Throw your hands
York New York, New York One hand in the air for the big city Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty No place in the world that can compare Put your lighters in the air
money, some time a lil dochi kanbe, cheri, lou vatin a lil jewlery, why u mad why u always take it out on me why u always showing out in front company? [CHORUS] [8 Ball
that 380 that y'all share Between the 10 y'all with the same 8 bullets from last year When I bust I use snubs, denim flee in the spot The hand I write
in the hustle town I let the Mary-Go-Round put the hustle down If yous' a Jane user Throw your hands in the air on this track SPM is the producer With
so Yeah, you blew my mind And I know , I'm ballin', yeah I'm ballin' Do that, who that, you that one they called on Baller' get your ball on It's all
It's that Pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get Jurassic Super bad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands
yo It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get Jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands
was Cursed upon me, a mustard seed was good enough for him and good enough to me Or after all, will I shake my magic 8 ball, it's bubbling And the
New York, New York, New York One hand in the air for the big city Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty No place in the world that could compare Put your lighters in the air
be counted tonight (stand up, yeah) Brothers and sisters, if you know you've got your thing together (put your muthafuckin' hand in the air) I want you
Close some air Choking in clean underwear Bleeding tongue 8-Ball pounding in my lungs Ship to shore I can't see the coastline anymore I shouldn't be
[ad libs for first 8 seconds] [Proof] Aiyyo, she a freak and I love the way she move to the beat Ass and titties bouncin, she ain't movin her feet Put
fritz, put on a mothafucking beat, that we can shake our mothafucking rolls to Yo, fat kidz are ya with me? Put your mothafucking hands high in the air
