Eightball - Hands In The Air Lyrics

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Hands In The Air by Eightball

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Send "Hands In The Air" ringtone to your cell

Comin from the top of my dome when I'm droppin my

Own type of style and ain't nobody stoppin my

Rise to the very top hit 'em up with all I got

Superstar no I'm not green weed black glock

E'rybody want a piece dirty like a pair of cleats

Niggaz run they mouth a lot like bitches and parakeets

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(Whoa!) How you want it pimpin? (Whoa!) I'm so cold wid it

(Whoa!) Make other boys wanna do it just because I did it

I'm like a legend or some kind of prophecy

Sent here to set you free rest play or follow me

Into another world deep inside yo' own soul

This shit here way bigger than tattoos and cornrows

Send "Hands In The Air" ringtone to your cell

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