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saintci – handsup! lyrics

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(lighter fl!cks)

everybody get your mother f+cking hands up (uh+huh)
i got b+tches around me never want my pants up (nah nah)
never was the same way before my bands up (now i count it up)
now tell b+tches, “sorry baby i have standards” (i got what)
now like dimes i turn the party to an anthem

i am not c+cky i’m confident (uh+huh)
i step in the ricky’s not converse man (i step in the what)
(i spent a rack on a shoe)
turn on my track get it popping then
i don’t want kids so please swallow them what
go go what go
everybody get your mother f+cking hands up
all these people switching up (all thеse people switching up)
numb so i don’t givе a f+ck (numb so i don’t give a f+ck)
people all two faced as f+ck (people all two faced as f+ck)
guess i might just face this blunt
everybody get your mother f+cking hands up (uh+huh)
i got b+tches around me never want my pants up (nah nah)
never was the same way before my bands up (now i count it up)
now tell b+tches, “sorry baby i have standards” (i got what)
now like dimes i turn the party to an anthem

i don’t let people around me who don’t have a benefit call me a d+ck but i know
i don’t have no one who benefits off of my presence i keep that sh+t off of my phone
f+ck it if i ain’t got friends i don’t worry about fake ones i’d say that’s a good life
and f+ck it if i ain’t got no one i don’t got to share all my winnings i worry about me
when the medicine kicks in i be so energetic
whether it’s fifteen or fifteen+hundred in the pit
you know that i’m going to be so elegant and women don’t mind that they boyfriends jealous
tell me how in the world could i be given the right to beat up a f+ckboy that n0body likes
f+ck it i’ll do me and i’d like to see

everybody get your mother f+cking hands up (uh+huh)
i got b+tches around me never want my pants up (nah nah)
never was the same way before my bands up (now i count it up)
now tell b+tches, “sorry baby i have standards” (i got what)
everybody get your mother f+cking hands up (uh+huh)
i got b+tches around me never want my pants up (nah nah)
never was the same way before my bands up (now i count it up)
now tell b+tches, “sorry baby i have standards” (i got what)
now like dimes i turn the party to an anthem
yeah i turn it to an anthem everybody in the stands get your hands up
let me drill it in your heads understand something when i say imma be the greatest stop the d+mn drums
yeah i turn it to an anthem everybody in the stands get your hands up
let me drill it in your heads understand something when i say imma be the greatest stop the d+mn drums



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