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letra de handsup! - saintci

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(lighter fl!cks)

everybody get your mother f-cking hands up (uh-huh)
i got b-tches around me never want my pants up (nah nah)
never was the same way before my bands up (now i count it up)
now tell b-tches, “sorry baby i have standards” (i got what)
now like dimes i turn the party to an anthem

i am not c-cky i’m confident (uh-huh)
i step in the ricky’s not converse man (i step in the what)
(i spent a rack on a shoe)
turn on my track get it popping then
i don’t want kids so please swallow them what
go go what go
everybody get your mother f-cking hands up
all these people switching up (all thеse people switching up)
numb so i don’t givе a f-ck (numb so i don’t give a f-ck)
people all two faced as f-ck (people all two faced as f-ck)
guess i might just face this blunt
everybody get your mother f-cking hands up (uh-huh)
i got b-tches around me never want my pants up (nah nah)
never was the same way before my bands up (now i count it up)
now tell b-tches, “sorry baby i have standards” (i got what)
now like dimes i turn the party to an anthem

i don’t let people around me who don’t have a benefit call me a d-ck but i know
i don’t have no one who benefits off of my presence i keep that sh-t off of my phone
f-ck it if i ain’t got friends i don’t worry about fake ones i’d say that’s a good life
and f-ck it if i ain’t got no one i don’t got to share all my winnings i worry about me
when the medicine kicks in i be so energetic
whether it’s fifteen or fifteen-hundred in the pit
you know that i’m going to be so elegant and women don’t mind that they boyfriends jealous
tell me how in the world could i be given the right to beat up a f-ckboy that n0body likes
f-ck it i’ll do me and i’d like to see

everybody get your mother f-cking hands up (uh-huh)
i got b-tches around me never want my pants up (nah nah)
never was the same way before my bands up (now i count it up)
now tell b-tches, “sorry baby i have standards” (i got what)
everybody get your mother f-cking hands up (uh-huh)
i got b-tches around me never want my pants up (nah nah)
never was the same way before my bands up (now i count it up)
now tell b-tches, “sorry baby i have standards” (i got what)
now like dimes i turn the party to an anthem
yeah i turn it to an anthem everybody in the stands get your hands up
let me drill it in your heads understand something when i say imma be the greatest stop the d-mn drums
yeah i turn it to an anthem everybody in the stands get your hands up
let me drill it in your heads understand something when i say imma be the greatest stop the d-mn drums

- saintci

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