paroles de chanson Put Ur Hands Up - Gucci Mane , Young Dolph
Free
my
nigga
Guwop
Million
dollars'
he's
still
in
jail
Fuck
you
haters
be
talkin'
'bout
(it's
Gucci)
Comission
nigga
Young
Dolph!
You
know
how
we
do
it
You
gotta
love
somebody,
trust
nobody
Put
ya
hands
up
if
you
ever
lost
somebody
Put
ya
hands
up
if
you
ever
love
somebody
Put
ya
hands
up
if
you
love
somebody
You
gotta
love
somebody,
trust
nobody
Put
ya
hands
up
if
you
lost
somebody
Put
ya
hands
up
if
you
love
somebody
Put
ya
hands
up,
put
your
hands
up,
nigga
Put
ya
hands
up
it's
so
stika,
it's
so
stika,
nigga
Put
ya
hands
up,
I
can't
pick
up,
I
can't
pick
up
Got
a
hundred
punds
in
that,
back
to
pick
up,
back
to
pick
up
I'm
a
pull
up,
pull
up,
pull
up
nigga
countin',
countin'
nigga
Guwop
got
a
pound
to
burn,
hit
these
nigga,
they
learn
that
Niggas
got
the
hands
up
but
the
niggas
ain't
earn
that
Gotta
cute
P
one
by
one
with
me
Gucci
man,
you
wanna
try
now
with
me
Pull
out
the
tone
ain't
start
to
screaping
You
look
clip
and
hola
that
bow
My
confess
it
mean
a
whole
150
Gucci
still
peachy
like
my
name
Karl
Wiky
The
young
nigga
be
pity
pinching,
I
just
keep
on
bugging
the
Bentleys
Biggest
ball
of
this
damn
century,
better
stay
out
of
my
damn
business
We-we-we
independent,
most
a
millionaire
and
still
get
made
You
gotta
love
somebody,
trust
nobody
Put
ya
hands
up
if
you
ever
lost
somebody
Put
ya
hands
up
if
you
ever
love
somebody
Put
ya
hands
up
if
you
love
somebody
You
gotta
love
somebody,
trust
nobody
Put
ya
hands
up
if
you
lost
somebody
Put
ya
hands
up
if
you
love
somebody
Put
ya
hands
up,
put
your
hands
up,
nigga
I
start
the
wrong
right
out
of
plug
(should
I
do
it?
But
I
ain't
even
do
it,
fuck
it)
I
stole
the
40
pack,
took
the
profit,
went
straight
to
that
cal
light
and
blew
it
I
worry
'bout
to
get
that
photo,
but
I
said,
"Fuck
that,
I'm
a
Cougar"
And
nobody
'round
in
this
pretty
motherfucker
ride,
he'll
be
on
my
trolley
Just
me
and
my
four
thot,
ain't
never
love
nobody
So
you
know
I
don't
trust
nobody
Lie
about
it,
it's
a
gangsta
party
All
I
do
is
weed
and
circles
with
these
bitch
here,
oh
Malay
Yeah,
it's
a
stika,
it's
a
stika,
uh
I
saw
you
with
with
'em
P's,
but
I
see
Gucci
are
turn
to
get
you,
uh
My
niggas
from
A.
T.
L.
but
I'm
a
Memphis
niggas,
uh
Show
you
that
Glock
like
master
B
and
make
you
say,
huh
It's
down
for
business,
bitch
On
that
paper
rap
shit
in
the
trap
with
4000
dollar
outfit,
yeah
That's
how
I'm
trapping
on
me,
how
I
kick
it
Pull
a
drag
out
that
black
turn
with
the
30,
000
dollars
easy
You
gotta
love
somebody,
trust
nobody
Put
ya
hands
up
if
you
ever
lost
somebody
Put
ya
hands
up
if
you
ever
love
somebody
Put
ya
hands
up
if
you
love
somebody
You
gotta
love
somebody,
trust
nobody
Put
ya
hands
up
if
you
lost
somebody
Put
ya
hands
up
if
you
love
somebody
Put
ya
hands
up,
put
your
hands
up,
nigga
Put
your
motherfuckers
hands
up,
shh,
don't
move
brothy
I
will
get
you
L.
A.
without
no
school
brothy
Turn
an
ant
to
a
centipede,
then
nigga
try
to
win
it
Turning
into
'roach
in
it,
pull
in
it,
I'ma
real
trap
star,
man
that's
my
image
Bitches,
bitches,
bitches,
they're
the
reason
I
can't
trust
none
Our
fealty
on
the
floor,
pissed
it
on
the
couch,
I'm
not
stunning
Got
me
in
this
spot
on
me,
why
you
really
think
I'm
not
gonna
buy
a
thing
Nigga
winning
pussy,
hey
what
up
with
the
bitch,
yeah,
must
be
warm
homie
Yeah,
nigga,
run
up
on
me,
you
gon'
die
nigga
Let
this
A.
K.
sing
to
you,
like
Tray
Song
A.
K.
A.
trigger,
yeah,
I
motherfucker
beat
to
gorilla
Hit
a
pussy
nigga
with
three
Reggy
Miller
Bitch
not
in
fall,
is
a
fucking
Chill
Chiller
Leaving
with
the
birds
on
the
fucking
baby
seller
You
gotta
love
somebody,
trust
nobody
Put
ya
hands
up
if
you
ever
lost
somebody
Put
ya
hands
up
if
you
ever
love
somebody
Put
ya
hands
up
if
you
love
somebody
You
gotta
love
somebody,
trust
nobody
Put
ya
hands
up
if
you
lost
somebody
Put
ya
hands
up
if
you
love
somebody
Put
ya
hands
up,
put
your
hands
up,
nigga
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