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CJ Soul - Hands Up High (feat. SG Urban) Lyrics



CJ Soul - Hands Up High (feat. SG Urban) Lyrics
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On this hit track
Better get back
When I spit that sick rap
Like a Vicks wrap
No pick sack
Don't miss that
When I hit that flip that stick that like gymnast
Fall back
Lil homie what you call that
Should've saw that
How I called that
You would try to stall that
But I'm so fast
Like a Corvette
With my approach so your girl said I'm all that
Nickelodeon
Fly like a DeLorean
She attracted to the glory and
The girl bad but on the track I gotta keep it clean like a custodian
She told me my twelve months in Estonian
Look it up
You saw the bar when I took it up
Lay the law Murphy raw when I cook it up
Hands up
Don't leave me hangin when I hook it up
Hit your face with the Cali bass when I shook it up
So if you feel this
Throw your hands up high
And you know that we the realest
Throw your hands up high
Throw your hands to the ceiling
Throw your hands up high
Everybody in the building
Throw your hands up high
If you got soul then
Throw your hands up high
Get up on the dance floor and
Throw your hands up high
Start to show a little lovin
Throw your hands up high
Everybody in the club just
Throw your hands up high
Fresh and clean now
On the scene now
You're looking KG green now
Jealous of the way I bring the scene when I sing now
Make you cream now
I'm in your dreams now
Make you scream
Scared like a deer in high beams now
There in the rear of my screen now
Is where you be now
Your swag is senile
Hella played out and I don't play 'round
There ain't no pressure to me
Try to keep up if you can
Nobody fresher than me
You come with beats out the can
I bring the beats out the ground
That means that I'm rooted
You knew this
You're foolish if you think you could do this
I'll prove it
And the way I deliver the flow is cold it ma-make you sh-shiver
You better grab you a coat
'Cause when I float on the note I created
The words that I wrote synchropated
And paraded into your soul
And now you know
'Cause I done told you before
Ain't no one colder than Soul
On the muh-muh-microphone
Na na na now get it on
So if you feel this
Throw your hands up high
And you know that we the realest
Throw your hands up high
Throw your hands to the ceiling
Throw your hands up high
Everybody in the building
Throw your hands up high
If you got soul then
Throw your hands up high
Get up on the dance floor and
Throw your hands up high
Start to show a little lovin
Throw your hands up high
Everybody in the club just
Throw your hands up high
Back in the action
You see it's the main attraction
I see you're so flabbergasted
This is the lyrical assassin
I shoot these boys like a gat
Like it's coming up out my hat
And they ain't got no strings attached
And my verses keep on attacking but
How many people you thinking is gon believe me
When I say I take it easy
When everybody can see me
I mean I'm coming out the box
And stopping looking and watching
For me to jump off the top
While I'm poppin off all these shots and oh
They try to stop me but I was too hella rowdy
And I'm only one verse away from getting another Audi
And I'm light skinned fine and sharper than a knife
And rollin in the best that have you higher than a kite
And rollin in the hoopty
Paparazzi tryna shoot me
But I'm camouflaged up in the air wave with the toolie
Gettin tatted with the coolie
Turnt up like a foolie
Now just stand back relax and watch just how I do me
Look
So if you feel this
Throw your hands up high
And you know that we the realest
Throw your hands up high
Throw your hands to the ceiling
Throw your hands up high
Everybody in the building
Throw your hands up high
If you got soul then
Throw your hands up high
Get up on the dance floor and
Throw your hands up high
Start to show a little lovin
Throw your hands up high
Everybody in the club just
Throw your hands up high
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Click clack
On this hit track
Better get back
When I spit that sick rap
Like a Vicks wrap
No pick sack
Don't miss that
When I hit that flip that stick that like gymnast
Fall back
Lil homie what you call that
Should've saw that
How I called that
You would try to stall that
But I'm so fast
Like a Corvette
With my approach so your girl said I'm all that
Nickelodeon
Fly like a DeLorean
She attracted to the glory and
The girl bad but on the track I gotta keep it clean like a custodian
She told me my twelve months in Estonian
Look it up
You saw the bar when I took it up
Lay the law Murphy raw when I cook it up
Hands up
Don't leave me hangin when I hook it up
Hit your face with the Cali bass when I shook it up
So if you feel this
Throw your hands up high
And you know that we the realest
Throw your hands up high
Throw your hands to the ceiling
Throw your hands up high
Everybody in the building
Throw your hands up high
If you got soul then
Throw your hands up high
Get up on the dance floor and
Throw your hands up high
Start to show a little lovin
Throw your hands up high
Everybody in the club just
Throw your hands up high
Fresh and clean now
On the scene now
You're looking KG green now
Jealous of the way I bring the scene when I sing now
Make you cream now
I'm in your dreams now
Make you scream
Scared like a deer in high beams now
There in the rear of my screen now
Is where you be now
Your swag is senile
Hella played out and I don't play 'round
There ain't no pressure to me
Try to keep up if you can
Nobody fresher than me
You come with beats out the can
I bring the beats out the ground
That means that I'm rooted
You knew this
You're foolish if you think you could do this
I'll prove it
And the way I deliver the flow is cold it ma-make you sh-shiver
You better grab you a coat
'Cause when I float on the note I created
The words that I wrote synchropated
And paraded into your soul
And now you know
'Cause I done told you before
Ain't no one colder than Soul
On the muh-muh-microphone
Na na na now get it on
So if you feel this
Throw your hands up high
And you know that we the realest
Throw your hands up high
Throw your hands to the ceiling
Throw your hands up high
Everybody in the building
Throw your hands up high
If you got soul then
Throw your hands up high
Get up on the dance floor and
Throw your hands up high
Start to show a little lovin
Throw your hands up high
Everybody in the club just
Throw your hands up high
Back in the action
You see it's the main attraction
I see you're so flabbergasted
This is the lyrical assassin
I shoot these boys like a gat
Like it's coming up out my hat
And they ain't got no strings attached
And my verses keep on attacking but
How many people you thinking is gon believe me
When I say I take it easy
When everybody can see me
I mean I'm coming out the box
And stopping looking and watching
For me to jump off the top
While I'm poppin off all these shots and oh
They try to stop me but I was too hella rowdy
And I'm only one verse away from getting another Audi
And I'm light skinned fine and sharper than a knife
And rollin in the best that have you higher than a kite
And rollin in the hoopty
Paparazzi tryna shoot me
But I'm camouflaged up in the air wave with the toolie
Gettin tatted with the coolie
Turnt up like a foolie
Now just stand back relax and watch just how I do me
Look
So if you feel this
Throw your hands up high
And you know that we the realest
Throw your hands up high
Throw your hands to the ceiling
Throw your hands up high
Everybody in the building
Throw your hands up high
If you got soul then
Throw your hands up high
Get up on the dance floor and
Throw your hands up high
Start to show a little lovin
Throw your hands up high
Everybody in the club just
Throw your hands up high
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Writer: Cedric Randall, Samuel Gaines
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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CJ Soul - Hands Up High (feat. SG Urban) Video
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Performed By: CJ Soul
Language: English
Length: 3:02
Written by: Cedric Randall, Samuel Gaines

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