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letra de hands up - devon brent

[intro]
alright lets go… everybody know
when this f-cker flow
i’m outstanding (out standing) in my field, i’m incredible
like a scarecrow, caws (cause) i’m impeccable (im-peck-able)

[verse]
hey h-llo, i’m the freestyle fellow
got a body like jello but i ball like melo
eyeb-lls red and my skin a little yellow
put the fire in my belly like a fireplace bellow
whoa, pop a couple pills, passin out upon the pillow
rollin swishers in the suite, hotel cigarillo, go
wake up and i’m back on thе crack with the brillo
pop a couple f-ckin caps, throw one back, portabеllo
baby got face, i ain’t talkin bout a cello
when she drop that bass, she dropped that waist
in the net when she workin, call it networkin
when the net stay twerkin, workin
b-tch put the work in, i been comin with the flows
apocalyptic a capella, baby get it go
everybody know when he’s steppin’ to the beat it’s a motherf-ckin fee charge
no features for free, 10 g’s a verse i ain’t playin round
probably make a hundred, probably spit a free for you motherf-ckers when i lay it down
put your hands up for these bars like your ass was on the motherf-cking playground
when i slide up on you i’mma swing now
underdog goin ape sh-t, when i play your town
swear it ain’t sh-t, rippin up the stage
motherf-ckers quit bluffin, quit huffin
i’m back up in this b-tch, motherf-ckers ya quit frontin
and i’m rippin up the stage til a motherf-cker huffin like “hah”
runnin out of beat and i’m runnin out of brea-
put your hands up on a motherf-cker yas
put your hands up, put your hands up
[refrain]
put your hands up for these motherf-ckin stanzas
i’m the motherf-ckin man yup d-mn son
i’m a gifted rapper/wrapper like santa
everybody know i do it dapper
whippin up the crack yeah your boi a trapper

[bridge]
everybody know i’m so fresh on the beat and i spit it off the top it’s a motherf-ckin feat
spit a motherf-ckin free everybody hear it, wanna do it like me
a through z off some ecstasy
don’t know why but i love it like it’s x to z
spit a free everybody hear it, wanna do it like me
a through z off some xtz
but i really don’t know y (why) i spell it out like ex to z

[refrain]
put your hands up, for these stanzas
i’m the man yup d-mn son d-mn son
you can call your boy santa
cause i’m a gifted rapper and i really do it dapper

[verse]
whippin up the crack yup
in the back of the trap i’m a trapper
motherf-cker, whippin yac up
spit the lyricism off the top, put it down on the beat and never back up
but i back up with i say motherf-cker yeah
put in work over time like i’m off the clock
like a grocer, puttin beats/beets back up on the stock/stalk
but no one grosser on the beats, sit back motherf-cker i’m a motherf-ckin prodigy
cook up your ox with them oxybates
the recording artist is an oddity
[refrain]
put your hands up, for these stanzas
i’m the man yup, god d-mn son
i’m a gifted rapper like santa
everybody know that i do it dapper

[outro]
everybody know that i’m fresh on the beat
and i spit it off the top it’s a muh f-ckin feat
spit a muh f-ckin free
everybody wanna do it like me
rippin a through z off some xtc
ex to see, off some ecstasy

- devon brent

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