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Da Brat
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Hands in the Air
Lyricist:Deric Angelettie, Shawntae Harris, Michael Tyler
Niggas always watchin' me (Funky) But I want 'em to keep on watchin' me I'ma keep give 'em sumthin' to see (Smokin')
I always feel like Somebody's watchin' me, watchin' me Could it be the way I'm still tight? Niggas that didn't use to feel me jockin' me, jockin' me
The, whole world got too much money for me To not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe Rock harder than the one from so-so I never go broke, broke
I keep comin with the vocals that make most know Why the fuck I boast, boast and brag Why should I look sad that I got some loot now? In fact, I knew how
Watch when I back the Coupe out Can niggas just troop out? The same way they do when I show you Brat With a little bit of boobs out
And her big ass protrude out Get the news out Some of you bitches lose out When the sexiness ooze out
Like orgasms, I'm the best at this Throwin' tantrums when I move into makin' shit If you thinkin' of becomin' one of my favorites You gotta pay a bitch 'cause I be stayin' rich I ain't quittin', quittin' Way before, 'Funkdafied' I was spittin', spittin'
Throw yo' hands in the air like you don't care This fo' niggas and bitches everywhere Forever you playas playas flash on 'em Get cash on 'em
And make 'em say, say Hands in the air, from side to side Forever I'm high, high Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Together we ride, ride I'm never too tired to get that paper, baby
If y'all wanna see me, see me I'm give y'all somethin' to look look at Make a nigga neck turn turn for Brat Burn burn these hoes 'cause I'm back and my pants still sag
It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon I ain't lackin', lackin' on shit Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fit I'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit
And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie roll Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow slow Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks See you when I shine, I glow, glow From the C H I C A G O, 60644
And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you Some of the ones run I can't control my trigger finger when it pump, pump
Stay out the way when I come come It's guaranteed to bump, bump the trunk, uh And put a hump in ya back If niggas is askin' who's thumpin', it's Brat Brat
Throw yo' hands in the air like you don't care This fo' niggas and bitches everywhere Forever you playas playas flash on 'em Get cash on 'em
And make 'em say, say Hands in the air, from side to side Forever I'm high, high Together we ride, ride I'm never too tired to get that paper, baby
I keep my bad braids back when puttin' the dick on the track You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that The bass don't thump, we spit on crap That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat
Every time that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap I be breakin' ya back to the rhythm of rap [Unverified]test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at? Niggas say, 'I love that fuckin' shit ya did wit Da Brat!'
Actin' bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper Still smoke a nigga under the table Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrases Instead of puttin' out sumthin' that's blazin'
Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth And ya head out ya ass And keep ya nose out my business And I mean it, goddammit, 'cause I'm fiddinta get mad
I put 'em in the trash bag Twist tie, put 'em out Monday and Wednesday I kick 'em in they raggely ass Take money from 'em and you know I better get some
I know it ain't fair But I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears Throw ya hands in the air As high as you can and leave them bitches there
Throw yo' hands in the air like you don't care This fo' niggas and bitches everywhere Forever you playas playas flash on 'em Get cash on 'em
And make 'em say, say Hands in the air, from side to side Forever I'm high, high Together we ride, ride I'm never too tired to get that paper, baby
Throw yo' hands in the air like you don't care This fo' niggas and bitches everywhere Forever you playas playas flash on 'em Get cash on 'em
And make 'em say, say Hands in the air, from side to side Forever I'm high, high Together we ride, ride I'm never too tired to get that paper, baby
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