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letra de hands up - swift

and now back to our regularly scheduled program

[chorus (monica blaire)]
hey!
to all my people in the place to be
once again making history
i’m not kidding, no i’m not kidding
put your hands up right now
hey!
i know you came out to get drunk
we ain’t acting all like just to f-ck you up
i’m just kidding (naw for real)
put your hands up right now

[verse 1]
i be at them devilish parties, acting r-t-rded
your women screaming at me like cerebral palsy
i’m stealing alcohol while i’m holding my b-lls
and i still be at the bar way after the last call
calling for my part of the (?)
and asking my girl for s-x knowing that it’s six in the morning
i party like a rock star, standing on stage in my boxers
spray painting my chest as they all watch me
holla out: “whoo”, next thing i do:
swallow some shrooms, p-ss over the dressing room
was mixing my drinks, now i’m starting to see things
when women walk past me i’m grabbing their g-strings
pulling their back and as they start to smack me, i’m ducking
put her over my shoulders and f-ck ’em
and wake up next morning, bump pillow talkin’
i’m pouring bacardi dark on ’em while they’re snoring

[chorus]

[verse 2]
cup of hennessy, shot of adrenaline
i walk through the party and my drawers are timberlands
the next morning i’m not remembering a d-mn thing
but i’m in a bed with women
from different nationalities, a spanish mommy’ll tackle me
she tried to tie me up with her panties
mouth full of xannies, i’m out on the balcony
i bust my -ss quick and n0body’s helping me
i threw up on the hotel manager
he called the police to grab me, he was mad as f-ck
and i was cuffed to the banister laughing
he can’t stop us, we’re having a blast
i’m on the way to the precinct, i’m calm though
right when we was walking out the condo
whispered in the chick’s ear, calm and mellow:
“y’all can follow or bail me out tomorrow”

[chorus]

[verse 3]
monday morning, i got up yawning
i walked outta jail with all my belongings
in the parking lot, everybody was snoring
till my dawg woke up outta sleep: “yo i’m hungry!”
we hit the pancake house, no doubt
swallowed the food down and walked on out
hit the barbecue at my partner’s house
had a keg of cognac and knocked it down
my people acting like b-sset hounds
sniffing around trying to find him a model
p-ssing out bottles, yeah it’s a trend
and i might go to jail all over again

[chorus]

[bridge]
now, if you’re down with swifty mcvay
y’all know ya gotta rep this crew
d12 in the house on the count of 3
let me hear y’all say:
d12!
d12!
say d12!
d12!
say swift mcvay!
swift mcvay
throw your hands up right now
what!
yeah
tell ’em blaire

[chorus]

- swift

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