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letra de put your hands up - skibs

[intro: skibs]

hey, skibs, parsha, what up, dxl, let’s get’em

[verse 1: skibs]

skibs the kid but i’m not very known
smokin’ out the zone when i’m not in the zone
yeah sweaty cuz’ i rock when i’m stoned
yeah i’m f-cking ripped but i’m not gettin’ sonar’d
and i’m not another clone, chillin’ at the top alone
so i talk to my mom, tell her i’mma make it to the top on my own
as soon as the pot gets blown
kinda like wine i get better as i’m older
smokin’ weed with my dice, i’m a high roller
and i’m just havin’ fun with it
smoke a blunt, get an idea, and just run with it
so ya’ll can do it, ya’ll can man, choose it
and i swear in time you can come get it
put your hands up that you shoot with
even though mines never had a f-cking gun in it

[hook: nas – made you look]

put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit’ (mashup)

[verse 2: skibs]

got your hands up now, you just gotta wave ‘em
got the dollars in my mind now i gotta make them
got the way, get my switch, now i gotta bake ‘em
got the beats in my ears, now i gotta rate and hate
now the dudes here i can face them or fake them out
get your girl here, we take it south
like my d-ck, but i’m risin’
but don’t mind me, i’mma get that money kindly
we can kick it like tai chi on my ground weed
goin’ for the checks like nah get some from that weed
beat, like i dare you to try me
i be, so d-mn sick i need an i.v. inside me
ya’ll be blindly tryin’ to find me
but it’s impossible to hide me
cuz’ i be shining and rhyming with perfect time
and man rap is like a rock wall and i’m climbing with my teacher beside me

[hook: nas – made you look]

put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit’ (mashup)

[verse 2: skibs]

people hear my music, they like “dog where you find that”
i’m like “i’m that guy, that’s my rap”
they say “sh-t man, when you gettin’ signed brat”
no feelings inside but d-mn that’s a fine track
and i be straighter than the brim on my hat
and f-ggots and my grapes, like dog what you eyein’ at
smack with a skibs sound bat, leave you higher
then where my minds at and trust me i’m high as f-ck
and before we get sidetracked
i’mma be infront of you, you better get my back
parsha givin’ me the b-ss drums and high hat
and everything i say, you like “sh-t i want to rewind that”
cuz’ i’m only giving you the best music
kind of like a snake, well we got the best movement
so you can all put your hands up that you shoot with
count your loot wit’, for skibs the new kid

[outro: nas & skibs]

put ‘em up, put ‘em up
we be drunk as f-ck
put ‘em up, put ‘em up
…
put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit’ (mashup)

- skibs

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