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(Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Mm, look like DJ Chose) (Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat) (Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow) Hands in the air (hands in the air) Long hair (long hair) Lashes with the nails (lashes with the nails) It's a pair (it's a pair) Killing these hoes (killing these hoes) It ain't fair (it ain't fair) Hands in the air (ayy, fuck this shit, fuck this shit) Hands in the air (shake it) Long hair (drop) Lashes with the nails (Tay, what?) It's a pair (pop) Killing these hoes (ayy) It ain't fair (it ain't fair) Hands in the air (ayy, fuck this shit, fuck this shit) Head down, ass up, that's the way I like to rap Skrrt, skrrt, ride that, after that he need a nap Hol' up, wait a minute, you gon' have to wait your turn Had him first, then had my turn, send him back, he your concern Bad bitch what you heard, it ain't lies, it's probably true Tay Money, Tay-Tay, bussin' out with your lil' boo Keep my name out of your mouth, I know you worry about me too Running through his head, he chasing me but swear he tired of you Hands in the air (yeah), in the air (yeah) Bust it on his lap (lap), he my chair (chair) Party over here (Here) and over there (okay) If you a real bitch, put your hands in the air (let's go) Hands in the air (okay) Long hair (do it) Lashes with the nails (lashes with the nails) It's a pair (it's a pair) Killing these hoes (Killing these hoes) It ain't fair (it ain't fair) Hands in the air (ayy, fuck this shit, fuck this shit) Hands in the air (shake it) Long hair (drop) Lashes with the nails (Tay, what?) It's a pair (bop) Killing these hoes (ayy) It ain't fair (no) Hands in the air (ayy, fuck this shit, fuck this shit) Ayy These hoes be dissin' (huh?) I put a ho on a tee and I don't mean Grizzley (uh-huh) And before you try me, ask yourself, is it worth it, just like Missy And I know my ex nigga miss me (miss) 'Cause he call me when he tipsy (uh-huh) He got a bitch and a baby that stay at the house (yeah) But he still be ready to risk it We not friends, you not my sissy (uh-huh) Givin' out smoke, I feel like a chimney That's why I'm the hottest young bitch in my city (yeah) I'm walkin' straight in the club, don't frisk me (yeah, yeah, yeah) I keep a Drac' in my purse no Drizzy (uh-huh) Strapped up in the booth right no kizzy (no cap) And I be quiet and chillin' but when I'm on go (yeah) These bitches I get busy I put my hands in the air (uh-huh), I don't, I don't care I wear hoodies every day, but my arms still bare (for sure) And these bitches don't like me (yup), I'm aware (the fuck?) I feel sorry for the next ho that try me, send up a prayer (amen) Bitch Hands in the air (uh-huh) Long hair (it's long) Lashes with the nails (lashes with the nails) It's a pair (it's a pair) Killing these hoes (killing these hoes) It ain't fair (it ain't fair) Hands in the air (ayy, fuck this shit, fuck this shit) Hands in the air (shake it) Long hair (drop) Lashes with the nails (Tay) It's a pair (bop) Killing these hoes (ayy) It ain't fair (it ain't fair) Hands in the air (ayy, fuck this shit, fuck this shit)
Writer(s): Paul Williams, Taylor Watson, Writer Unknown, Norman Payne, Jackie Plant, Leondra Gay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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