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8Ball Hands In The Air

your motherfuckin' hands up in the air If you feel me throw your hands up in the air Better keep your ears open This is all grill no boastin' Throw your hands

Throw your motherfuckin' hands up in the air If you feel me throw your hands up in the air Better keep your ears open This is all grill no boastin' Throw your hands

Throw your motherfuckin' hands up in the air If you feel me throw your hands up in the air Better keep your ears open This is all grill no boastin' Throw your hands

shit and ya take six clips And you air em all out if them niggaz wan' flip I got 7-6ths, that's two tray-8s and duck, come and get me The fo' fifth is

slippin brah Never scrap naked Rippa in the back and a bop getn naked Don't wanna rip this str8 4 the paper Can't be my bitch but you can be my money maker Yup we gone ball

make the whole club sparkle Life remarkable, platinum medallion Count 'em hardly, a brick house stallion Slide-slide, slippidy slide And get a room at the Mo', you know Balling tonight, who balling

New York, New York, New York One hand in the air for the big city Streetlights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty No place in the world that could compare Put your lighters in the air

Yooorrrkkkk [Bridge: Alicia Keys] One hand in the air for the big city Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty No place in the world that could compare Put your lighters in the air

that 380 that y'all share Between the 10 y'all with the same 8 bullets from last year When I bust I use snubs, denim flee in the spot The hand I write