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Pomsky & Keshore - Hands Up! Lyrics



Pomsky & Keshore - Hands Up! Lyrics




Put your hands up! I'm about to kick my own ass
Square up with myself and yeah I'm staring I need help
And why you look like that? And why you built like that?
And why you got that face? And why you got that ah- ah- ah!!!
Put your hands up! I'm about to kick my own ass
Square up with myself and yeah I'm staring I need help
And why you look like that? And why you built like that?
And why you got that face? And why you got that ah- ah- ah!!!

COD up in this bitch, I got duties every day
Saint Laurent scented kisses when she wants to get away
I got pink flamingos in my wallet when I pay
I miss my mamma in the cut, make me stronger every day
Lesser known champ, I got belts on the way
I got doberman scent, I sense your death on the way
Decisive in the cut, I miss your pussy every day
I'm too busy pondering about the bread, stay away

Put your hands up! I'm about to kick my own ass
Square up with myself and yeah I'm staring I need help
And why you look like that? And why you built like that?
And why you got that face? And why you got that ah- ah- ah!!!
Put your hands up! I'm about to kick my own ass
Square up with myself and yeah I'm staring I need help
And why you look like that? And why you built like that?
And why you got that face? And why you got that ah- ah- ah!!!

Looking for a bitch I can treat real nice
Buy her Postmates and white wine, laying round in candlelight
Eating hella Chinese noodles, watching movies Sunday night
Most these bitches are so shady I don't even really like em
Most these bitches are so rude... gotta go after I pipe em
Looking for someone I trust, make some food and maybe wife em
Or at least someone that makes me feel something, I'll frequent fly em
All I do is f*cking work, so I got money take a flight yeah
Know a cabin in the Rockies, I can take you out your fleece
Know a beach in California, I can f*ck you out at sea
Know a hotel up in New York, get the neighbors mad at me
What you want? Italia, Tokyo, or maybe Greece?

Put your hands up! I'm about to kick my own ass
Square up with myself and yeah I'm staring I need help
And why you look like that? And why you built like that?
And why you got that face? And why you got that ah- ah- ah- ah!!!
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Put your hands up! I'm about to kick my own ass
Square up with myself and yeah I'm staring I need help
And why you look like that? And why you built like that?
And why you got that face? And why you got that ah- ah- ah!!!
Put your hands up! I'm about to kick my own ass
Square up with myself and yeah I'm staring I need help
And why you look like that? And why you built like that?
And why you got that face? And why you got that ah- ah- ah!!!

COD up in this bitch, I got duties every day
Saint Laurent scented kisses when she wants to get away
I got pink flamingos in my wallet when I pay
I miss my mamma in the cut, make me stronger every day
Lesser known champ, I got belts on the way
I got doberman scent, I sense your death on the way
Decisive in the cut, I miss your pussy every day
I'm too busy pondering about the bread, stay away

Put your hands up! I'm about to kick my own ass
Square up with myself and yeah I'm staring I need help
And why you look like that? And why you built like that?
And why you got that face? And why you got that ah- ah- ah!!!
Put your hands up! I'm about to kick my own ass
Square up with myself and yeah I'm staring I need help
And why you look like that? And why you built like that?
And why you got that face? And why you got that ah- ah- ah!!!

Looking for a bitch I can treat real nice
Buy her Postmates and white wine, laying round in candlelight
Eating hella Chinese noodles, watching movies Sunday night
Most these bitches are so shady I don't even really like em
Most these bitches are so rude... gotta go after I pipe em
Looking for someone I trust, make some food and maybe wife em
Or at least someone that makes me feel something, I'll frequent fly em
All I do is f*cking work, so I got money take a flight yeah
Know a cabin in the Rockies, I can take you out your fleece
Know a beach in California, I can f*ck you out at sea
Know a hotel up in New York, get the neighbors mad at me
What you want? Italia, Tokyo, or maybe Greece?

Put your hands up! I'm about to kick my own ass
Square up with myself and yeah I'm staring I need help
And why you look like that? And why you built like that?
And why you got that face? And why you got that ah- ah- ah- ah!!!
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Writer: Nathanael Surgbally, Scott Henry
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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Performed By: Pomsky & Keshore
Language: English
Length: 3:13
Written by: Nathanael Surgbally, Scott Henry

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