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letra de hands up - ripsi winelover

[verse 1: rich $tunna]
matter fact i am farmer john milkin’ cattle tracks
this is my high rap, you can’t even touch my high stacks
but on some real sh-t, f-ck getting high
how high?, higher than the kites they fly
the world stops revolving the gravity is high
keep your eyes open, i can only say i’ll try
and i know that your supply
whilst in a school called junior high
you know i want a piece of that pie
he struck gold, words an everlasting high
i’m the other guy
all you can do is get high
i told her all about how we been living a lie
a kamikaze samurai, when i’m feeling kinda high
just like a priest whose preaching on high

[chorus: rich $tunna]
(woo) all they talk about is dollars
(d-mn) you ain’t talkin’ to man, holla!
two doors in the air
and if you celebrating put your cups in the air
let me see your hands up one time
let me see your, let me see your hands up one time
let me see your, let me see your hands up
hands up, hands up
let me see your hands up
hands up, hands up
[verse 2: ripsi winelover]
ayo quit making those assumptions
because you know i’ve been in the game
for longer than that fraud and you know
that my mouth has no filter b-tch
so f-ck a funny style fraud, tryna act hard
and i will murk a b-tch that gets out of line
let me see your hands up
give me a drink b-tch and tell dem hoes
to turn up the f-ckin beat b-tch
cause why these b-tches tryna act hard
it’s annoying pipe down a bit
let me see your hands up
i said give me my drink b-tch
but these hoes don’t listen and this
fraud stole my verse off a song that i had
what a fraud i think we should park that fake ass
in the garage b-tch these hoes think
i’m leaving but i a-a-ain’t going no
where like horses in a stable b-tch so y’all hoes
thought wrong well b-tch my rap is done

[chorus: rich $tunna]
(woo) all they talk about is dollars
(d-mn) you ain’t talkin’ to man, holla!
two doors in the air
and if you celebrating put your cups in the air
let me see your hands up one time
let me see your, let me see your hands up one time
let me see your, let me see your hands up
hands up, hands up
let me see your hands up
hands up, hands up
[verse 3: haitian doll]
lights coming up, night coming up
if not, dogg, i’m choking the sl-t
f-ck that sh-t, i don’t give a f-ck
put ’em up, put ’em up!
sh-t sun never came up
i know you’re mad, but so what
b-tches is artificially duck
on how they set me up
cause imma step it up, build it up
who the f-ck invited mr. i don’t give a f-ck
what yall b-tches know about
it, my kick game is world cup
so she decides to stand up, woman up and never give up
incredible flow you can’t bind up (bind up)
it’s not making sense to you right now but

- ripsi winelover

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