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Put Yo Hands Up Video (MV)




Performed By: Will Bee
Language: English
Length: 3:10
Written by: Will Bee




Will Bee - Put Yo Hands Up Lyrics
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Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr
Yeah, uh, yeah
All that small talk man I just ignore it dawg
(Mumbling)
All that small talk man I just ignore it dawg
I pull up to the spot showing off I'm with my dawgs
Like Cleveland Browns, we the team, know we got them dawgs
Jim Brown with the peel, watch me run it off
Watch me run it back with my squad, they got my back
Like we won the ship nigga, know we headed back
Working on a dynasty, getting rings and plaques
Back and forth, we the ones going back to back
These niggas pussy dawg they should've been in Sister Act
Don't get yo sister clapped, show respect, know how to act
Gon get my lick back when I hit her from the back
I aint talking shit back, I know how to react
Bossed up they can't play me outta position bae
30k one play made that in a day
Opponents looking puzzled, how I figured out the maze
Touchdown with the bag then sing amazing grace
Now put yo hands up if you know you get that cash
Put yo hands up if you ever made it fast
Put yo hands up if you ever made it stack
Put yo hands up bae if you shaking ass
Now put yo hands up if you know you get that cash
Put yo hands up if you ever made it fast
Put yo hands up if you ever made it stack
Put yo hands up bae if you shaking ass
Know I'm getting to it so that means I'm sticking to it
Try to play me in the game lil nigga you gon f*cking lose it
Gon lose yo shields and yo health, gon need a conduit
Finished, turned you to a box, now I'm running through it
And I be boming to it, yeah you know I'm coming to it
Switching out the lanes, V12 horses they be running to it
Stepping left right on the track, top tier movement
Going right left back on em, crossing like I'm hooping
Oh yeah I'm balling baby, I think it's my calling baby
If I call the dealership I think ima call Mercedes
Catch me swanging down crazy, tires screeching like I'm racing
Nascar, F1, pick yo poison, hope it's tasty
Speeding to my destination, not complacent hoe
It's a time to be slow, this not one of those
Buss down AP, oouu I want one of those
Real nigga spitting game, yeah I'm one of those
Now put yo hands up if you know you get that cash
Put yo hands up if you ever made it fast
Put yo hands up if you ever made it stack
Put yo hands up bae if you shaking ass
Now put yo hands up if you know you get that cash
Put yo hands up if you ever made it fast
Put yo hands up if you ever made it stack
Put yo hands up bae if you shaking ass
Niggas would cry like a bitch if they had my life
Peeping out the window, I'm just hoping I can see some light
When I shed the light, they can tell even dead at night
Boy you dead to rights if you hating, dawg just wait yo time
Time is ticking, never slipping, main thing I'm missing
Time will always tell if people real or if they playing Christian
They can try to trick it like magicians, won't get away with it
Like rocking fake Christians, tryna step, boy that's that funny bidness
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Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr
Yeah, uh, yeah
All that small talk man I just ignore it dawg
(Mumbling)
All that small talk man I just ignore it dawg
I pull up to the spot showing off I'm with my dawgs
Like Cleveland Browns, we the team, know we got them dawgs
Jim Brown with the peel, watch me run it off
Watch me run it back with my squad, they got my back
Like we won the ship nigga, know we headed back
Working on a dynasty, getting rings and plaques
Back and forth, we the ones going back to back
These niggas pussy dawg they should've been in Sister Act
Don't get yo sister clapped, show respect, know how to act
Gon get my lick back when I hit her from the back
I aint talking shit back, I know how to react
Bossed up they can't play me outta position bae
30k one play made that in a day
Opponents looking puzzled, how I figured out the maze
Touchdown with the bag then sing amazing grace
Now put yo hands up if you know you get that cash
Put yo hands up if you ever made it fast
Put yo hands up if you ever made it stack
Put yo hands up bae if you shaking ass
Now put yo hands up if you know you get that cash
Put yo hands up if you ever made it fast
Put yo hands up if you ever made it stack
Put yo hands up bae if you shaking ass
Know I'm getting to it so that means I'm sticking to it
Try to play me in the game lil nigga you gon f*cking lose it
Gon lose yo shields and yo health, gon need a conduit
Finished, turned you to a box, now I'm running through it
And I be boming to it, yeah you know I'm coming to it
Switching out the lanes, V12 horses they be running to it
Stepping left right on the track, top tier movement
Going right left back on em, crossing like I'm hooping
Oh yeah I'm balling baby, I think it's my calling baby
If I call the dealership I think ima call Mercedes
Catch me swanging down crazy, tires screeching like I'm racing
Nascar, F1, pick yo poison, hope it's tasty
Speeding to my destination, not complacent hoe
It's a time to be slow, this not one of those
Buss down AP, oouu I want one of those
Real nigga spitting game, yeah I'm one of those
Now put yo hands up if you know you get that cash
Put yo hands up if you ever made it fast
Put yo hands up if you ever made it stack
Put yo hands up bae if you shaking ass
Now put yo hands up if you know you get that cash
Put yo hands up if you ever made it fast
Put yo hands up if you ever made it stack
Put yo hands up bae if you shaking ass
Niggas would cry like a bitch if they had my life
Peeping out the window, I'm just hoping I can see some light
When I shed the light, they can tell even dead at night
Boy you dead to rights if you hating, dawg just wait yo time
Time is ticking, never slipping, main thing I'm missing
Time will always tell if people real or if they playing Christian
They can try to trick it like magicians, won't get away with it
Like rocking fake Christians, tryna step, boy that's that funny bidness
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