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Check it out yo, this on the real here son, ain't no lie in me, ain't no lie in me Nothing but big ballers, shot callers ya'll, down south hustla players, tru to the game [Chorus] Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen, put 'cha rollie's in the air, It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen, Put 'cha rollies in the air [Verse 1:] Once again it's a day in the life of some nigga's who insist to constantly live chright Throw ya hands ups, player it was bound to happen Nigga's drop lock's at me every time I'm rappin' Getting motherfucking tired of this bullshit Player hate, kick you in yo hole prostate And at yo weight Proceed to get the middle finger Cause I don't love you nigga and that's the fucking realer Letras de cancionesCap peelers, Indeed a fake Caper Don's Big Willie's and bitches who wanna act silly Now play with it, it's a shame in this dirty game Fuck fame, when miss thang got a dirty name Crap game and fuck niggas smoking zut suits It was bound to happen across my black boots And nigga fuck looking cute for them stank hoes All a nigga want is weed and a bank whoa Now hear me now [Chorus x1:] Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen, put 'cha rollie's in the air, It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen, Put 'cha rollies in the air [Verse 2:] I wanna kiss ya on the cheek and blush ya Silly nigga get a bitch set 'cha up and touch ya You know the rules, player hating get a nigga bruised Late night at 'cha momma house to cut a fool Off the chain, in a sense we don't help none Conversating for an hour, with my chrome gun Four niggas in the bushes all I do is whistle All hell breaking lose when you hear them pistols Nigga what, see you fucking with some real niggas And everybody got pistols, but see we up quicker Got a click, only robbing niggas touting guns And grand theft broken down in my other songs Big ballin' ain't a motherfucking thing ha I was raised by one, it's in my blood son Cut me deep, might penetrate the concrete A A.K. with a drop clip where I sleep, nigga what [Chorus x1:] Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen Put 'cha rollie's in the air, It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen,It was bound to happen, Put 'cha rollies in the air [Verse 3:] It was bond to happen yo, the gun clapping went to rappin' And you know it's pure satisfaction It's guaranteed, to the skis On her knees, giving straight neck aiming to please In the Embassy Suites, wanna flex in the Bahamas Yachts and lobsters for the real dark dollars And we don't see ya and we wouldn't wanna be When Dark coming drop and I'm coming tech nina In the drop top Benz, seven figure dividends How the fuck you gone lose when you always win Yo, the money getters, mic rippers, Dark pea henney sippers, strip club big tippers We real killers, eight pack gold grillers Fuck ya ass up in a minute gold digga Put 'cha rollies in the air motherfuck them busters Big money, Big Willie, down south tru hustlers [Chorus x1:] Put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up, Put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up, put 'cha hands up, It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen Put 'cha rollie's in the air, It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen,It was bound to happen, Put 'cha rollies in the air From Letras Mania