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hands in the air f/ mystikal - da brat lyrics

da brat
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hands in the air f/ mystikal
i always feel like
somebody watchin’ me, watchin’ me
could it be the way i’m still tight
n-ggas that didn’t use to feel me;
jockin’ me, jockin’ me
the whole world got too much money for me
not to get no’doe doe’
can’t no hoe rock harder
than the one from ‘so-so’
i never go broke broke
i keep coming with the vocals
that make most know
why the f-ck i boast, boast
and brag
why should i look sad that i got
some loot now in fact a new house
watch when i back the coupe out,and
n-ggas lips droop out
the same way they do when i show you brat
with a little bit of b00bs out
and a big -ss protrude out
guess the news out
some of you b-tches lose out
when the s-xiness ooze out
like -rg-sms i’m the best at this
throw a tantrum when i move to some major sh-t
if you thinkin’ of becoming one of my favorites
you gotta pay a b-tch, cause i’m stayin’ rich
i ain’t quittin’ quittin
way before funkdafied i was spittin spittin
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throw yo’ hands in da air, like you don’t care
this fo’ n-ggas and b-tches everywhere
for ever we players players
flash on ’em, get cash on’em make’em stare stare
throw yo’ hands in da air from side to side
forever i’m high, high
together we ride, ride
i’m never too tired to get that paper baby!
if ya’ll wanna see me, see me
i’m a give ya’ll somethin’ to look, look at!
make a n-gga neck turn, turn for brat
burn, burn thes hoe’s ’cause i’m back, and my pants still sag
it’s automatic to wanna jump on my wagon, wagon;
i ain’t lackin’, lackin’ on sh-t! open yo’ eyes with a body
when i try on clothes tha fit, fit
i’m articulate and particulate to who i let hit, hit
and get up in da middle in da center of my tootsie roll, roll me
something. smoke, smoke and burn slow, slow
don’t keep it a secret, tell all ya folks
see me when i shine i glow, glow
from the c-h-i-c-ago, 6-0-6-4-4
and i trust no n-gga to make a mistake for me
guns ready to blaze enemies. if you some of the one’s run…
i can’t control my trigger finger
when it pump, pump
stay outta the way when i come, come
it’s guaranteed to bump, bump your trunk
and put a hump in your back
if n-ggas ask, ‘who thumpin’, it’s brat, brat…
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mystikal
you can turn it down player
we don’t listen to that
the b-tch don’t thump
that beat ain’t tight
n-gga that sh-t ain’t phat
everytime slack
i be bringin’ it back
with the rythum and rap
(‘every live mother know (kick it) where it’s at)
n-ggas say “i love it longs it got somethin
to do with the brat”
still smoke a n-gga under the table
with the lines, and the words, and the hooks, and the
phrases
still puttin’ out nothing but blazes. get your
hand out my pocket, get your foot out your
mouth and your head out your -ss. keep
your nose out my business. and i mean it
got d-mn it cause i’m finna get mad
i put em in the trash bag twist tie put em out
monday and wednesday
i kick’em in their raggedy -ss
take money from’em every time they bet against
me
i know it ain’t fair
but i swim with alligators
and i wrestle with bears
throw your hands in da air
as high as you can and leave them b-tches there
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