Luh Tyler - Handz Up (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Luh Tyler - Handz Up (en) Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mr. Ski, nigga
Ski
Nigga, yeah, ayy, nigga
Ridin' 'round town smokin'
gas (Yeah, yeah)
All I wanna do is count them
racks (Yeah, nigga)
'Member I was broke, I
can't go back, uh-uh
I can only fuck her if she bad, uh-huh
Once I grabbed the mic, jumped
in my bag, uh (Yeah, yeah)
She say, "What's your hobby?" Chasin'
cash, runnin' bands up (A bag)
She just wanna fuck me 'cause I'm
lit, that's that fan stuff
Yeah, yeah, if you a bad bitch,
then put your hands
up (Put your hands up)
All these diamonds on me with the stars,
my shit dancin' (Damn, damn)
Don't hit my phone, if it ain't 'bout
a check, I won't answer (On God)
Every day, I'm runnin' up that check,
tryna get it (Yеah, nigga)
Bust the Rollie down, I don't
got no time for thеse
bitches (Ice, ice, ice)
They ain't never think that we would
shine 'til we did it (On God)
Check my roster, all my bitches fine,
yeah, they pretty (Bad bitch)
Bro done lost his mind, he ridin'
'round with that switchy (Grrah)
Every day, I'm on the grind, tryna put
that bag up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Only baddies 'round, if she
ain't fine, tell her back
up (Tell her back up)
Nigga hatin' just 'cause his life
ain't like mine, that shit sad,
bruh (That shit sad, bruh)
Paper chaser, I'm a money fiend
for that cash, yeah (Yeah)
Must think she a City Girl 'cause
all she wanna do is act up
Ridin' 'round town smokin'
gas (Smokin' gas, nigga)
All I wanna do is count them
racks (Yeah, yeah)
'Member I was broke, I can't go
back, uh-uh (Nigga, yeah)
I can only fuck her if she bad,
uh-huh (Bitch, on God, nigga)
Once I grabbed the mic, jumped in
my bag, uh (In my bag, nigga)
She say, "What's your hobby?"
Chasin' cash, runnin'
bands up (Chasin' cash)
Yeah, yeah, if you a bad bitch,
then put your hands up
Came in with a pocket full of cheese,
I got cheddar now (Yeah)
Not the type to sit up on my
ass like them other guys
She walked in the room, seen Mr.
Ski, she got butterflies (Yeah)
I didn't think this rappin' shit
was me, but I love it now
Yeah, yeah, all my diamonds
hit, uh (Ice)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, outside with
that shit, uh (Nigga, frrt)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, LA with my
bitch, uh (Nigga, damn)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, she showin' me
tricks, yeah, uh (Ugh, ugh)
A bitch that ain't gon' go, that
don't exist, nigga, on bro
(No, that don't exist)
Feel like Frozone 'cause my fuckin'
wrist like a snow globe
I can't never go broke for no bitch,
that's a no-go (Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, that's a no-go)
All I wanna do is count them racks
(Count them racks, nigga)
'Member I was broke, I can't go back,
uh-uh (Nigga, yeah, yeah)
She say, "What's your hobby?" Chasin'
cash, runnin' bands up (Yeah)
Yeah, put your hands up
Yeah, ski
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