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DeVans - Raise Your Hands Up Lyrics



DeVans - Raise Your Hands Up Lyrics




Get off your seats, raise your hands up
Repeat with me, go up a level
Clap your hands, feel the beat in your body
I'm the judge, I'm the jury, with the gavel
Free my mind, free my soul, free my heart
Goin' in the deep end, pickin' my thoughts apart
Kickin' off my shoes, hittin' the dance floor
Drinkin' all these shots, who's keepin' score

Straight up hustlin' from the city of Mumbai
Goin' back and forth, some things I gotta buy
Got me weed got me ice I wanna drip too hard
Payin' homage to the beatdown boulevard
She say she want me to lick her pussy clean
My tongue game strong hittin' her in between
I'm addicted to you like you're nicotine
Climb on me, rushing with adrenaline
Came up from the streets, now I'm under the sheets
High as f*ck, f*ck a buck, vibin' to these beats
You had the balls to question my ability
I get praised here for my versatility
Never forget where I came from, these streets are what I am
On the way to the top, always got my gang
I don't lack inspiration, it's a nation full of that
We're in a state of war, it's mortal kombat
Huddle up, come together, this an anarchy
Standing till the end, screamin' fatalities
So I sit down with my liquor and open my wings
And it ain't the end till the fat lady sings

Get off your seats, raise your hands up
Repeat with me, go up a level
Clap your hands, feel the beat in your body
I'm the judge, I'm the jury, with the gavel
Free my mind, free my soul, free my heart
Goin' in the deep end, pickin' my thoughts apart
Kickin' off my shoes, hittin' the dance floor
Drinkin' all these shots, who's keepin' score

The city's out of liquor, yeah I drank it all
A chick hit me up, I need Aderall
Wake up in the morning with a pain in my head
Ooh shit surprise, there's a chick in my bed
Hit my homies up, everybody wanna play ball
Put my Js on, wearin' my overalls
Everything's goin' great and I got a lot of dough
Hold up, wait up, I think I made it though

Get off your seats, raise your hands up
Repeat with me, go up a level
Clap your hands, feel the beat in your body
I'm the judge, I'm the jury, with the gavel
Free my mind, free my soul, free my heart
Goin' in the deep end, pickin' my thoughts apart
Kickin' off my shoes, hittin' the dance floor
Drinkin' all these shots, who's keepin' score
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Get off your seats, raise your hands up
Repeat with me, go up a level
Clap your hands, feel the beat in your body
I'm the judge, I'm the jury, with the gavel
Free my mind, free my soul, free my heart
Goin' in the deep end, pickin' my thoughts apart
Kickin' off my shoes, hittin' the dance floor
Drinkin' all these shots, who's keepin' score

Straight up hustlin' from the city of Mumbai
Goin' back and forth, some things I gotta buy
Got me weed got me ice I wanna drip too hard
Payin' homage to the beatdown boulevard
She say she want me to lick her pussy clean
My tongue game strong hittin' her in between
I'm addicted to you like you're nicotine
Climb on me, rushing with adrenaline
Came up from the streets, now I'm under the sheets
High as f*ck, f*ck a buck, vibin' to these beats
You had the balls to question my ability
I get praised here for my versatility
Never forget where I came from, these streets are what I am
On the way to the top, always got my gang
I don't lack inspiration, it's a nation full of that
We're in a state of war, it's mortal kombat
Huddle up, come together, this an anarchy
Standing till the end, screamin' fatalities
So I sit down with my liquor and open my wings
And it ain't the end till the fat lady sings

Get off your seats, raise your hands up
Repeat with me, go up a level
Clap your hands, feel the beat in your body
I'm the judge, I'm the jury, with the gavel
Free my mind, free my soul, free my heart
Goin' in the deep end, pickin' my thoughts apart
Kickin' off my shoes, hittin' the dance floor
Drinkin' all these shots, who's keepin' score

The city's out of liquor, yeah I drank it all
A chick hit me up, I need Aderall
Wake up in the morning with a pain in my head
Ooh shit surprise, there's a chick in my bed
Hit my homies up, everybody wanna play ball
Put my Js on, wearin' my overalls
Everything's goin' great and I got a lot of dough
Hold up, wait up, I think I made it though

Get off your seats, raise your hands up
Repeat with me, go up a level
Clap your hands, feel the beat in your body
I'm the judge, I'm the jury, with the gavel
Free my mind, free my soul, free my heart
Goin' in the deep end, pickin' my thoughts apart
Kickin' off my shoes, hittin' the dance floor
Drinkin' all these shots, who's keepin' score
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Writer: Devansh Sonkia
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Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Devansh Sonkia

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