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letra de hands up! - ddg

[intro: kodak black]
(d-mn, boy this sh-t hard)

[chorus]
i sleep with my pistol, i don’t lay without it (i can’t)
every thirty days, a hundred k deposit (a hunnid)
and they wonder why i didn’t stay in college (drop out)
even if you switch on me i’m stayin’ solid (switch, switch)
real n-gga ’til i motherf-ckin’ die (d-mn)
[?] i don’t f-ckin’ cry (no t)
i don’t feel emotions, i be f-ckin’ high (high as f-ck)
hands up, b-tch, i’m tryna touch the sky (yeah, yeah)
hands up (hands up), hands up, (hands up)
hands up (hands up), hands up, yeah, yeah
b-tch, i’m tryna [?], tryna get these bands up (cash)
quit all actin’, playin’ lil’ n-gga, man up (b-tch)
[verse]
roll up one more blunt, i’m gettin’ sober, i need more weed (yeah)
just because you see me on the net don’t make you know me (mmh)
say you gettin’ money, boy, that’s cap you gotta show me (cap)
just because we [?] do not mean that you my homie (f-ck)
i be movin’ shiesty ’round my city, i’m invicible (mhm)
i’m so lit at home that i can prolly f-ck my principle (no cap)
opps be punchin’ air because i’m livin’, and they miserable
i’m on my own way these other rappers unoriginal (b-tch)
guard on my body, yeah, sh-t drippy
i be smokin’ so much weed [?]
i don’t trust n0body in this business, n-gga it’s two face
d-ck [?] women when i hit it, feel like blueface (yeah)
i ain’t tryna f-ck just gimme head
i turned on my readin’ sheets, and i leave bad b-tches on read, i don’t give no f-cks
when it come to money, i’m locked in, you can’t interrupt
everytime i go to beverly hills, i spend ten and up

- ddg

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