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Tyla Yaweh - Hands Up Lyrics



Tyla Yaweh - Hands Up Lyrics
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[ Featuring Morray ]

They all got their hands up
It look like a hold up, hold me ransom
I want it all and then some
Guns drawn, this a standoff
I don't even know how this shit happened
I take my chances

Now I'm just tryna get away
Put the money in the bag
'Cause I'ma get it anyway
Girl, I love to see you in the day
I'm just tryna get away
Put the money in the bag
'Cause I'ma get it anyway
Girl, I love to see you in the day

I'm not tryna talk no more in this function (uh-uh)
I don't wanna talk no more, you on that f*ck shit
This pistol, I'ma up it, bullets stray down (woah)
I don't hear you talkin' that tough shit
I don't wanna let you down, but I'ma let you suffer
All I know, all I know is just hustlin'
Wanna a flex a heart, yeah, show my muscles
Don't have to pick up guns, we can have a tussle (baow)
Got me eatin' out my body, I can tell I can not trust you

They all got their hands up
It look like a hold up, hold me ransom
I want it all and then some
Guns drawn, this a standoff
I don't even know how this shit happened
I take my chances

Now I'm just tryna get away
Put the money in the bag
'Cause I'ma get it anyway
Girl, I love to see you in the day
I'm just tryna get away
Put the money in the bag
'Cause I'ma get it anyway
Girl, I love to see you in the day

Get away, get away, get away
Bitch put the bread in the bag or I promise it's DOA
Given the board constricted
That's why I love how your bitch actin' all this BOA
Gun full, I put the strap in, got my mask in, stuffin' bags in
Got guns, I put 'em down
I'll still beat you motherf*cker ass, friend
Don't got it twisted, my nigga, I come from the trenches
But I supported it with the range
Some 'bout firin' smoke that give me a high before a nigga even blaze up
I got no problem 'bout killing the beef
Or killing the beef by using the beats
Just throw up the peace and roll up my piece
And scatter your body, can't locate a piece

They all got their hands up
It look like a hold up, hold me ransom
I want it all and then some
Guns drawn, this a standoff
I don't even know how this shit happened
I take my chances

Now I'm just tryna get away
Put the money in the bag
'Cause I'ma get it anyway
Girl, I love to see you in the day
I'm just tryna get away
Put the money in the bag
'Cause I'ma get it anyway
Girl, I love to see you in the day
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They all got their hands up
It look like a hold up, hold me ransom
I want it all and then some
Guns drawn, this a standoff
I don't even know how this shit happened
I take my chances

Now I'm just tryna get away
Put the money in the bag
'Cause I'ma get it anyway
Girl, I love to see you in the day
I'm just tryna get away
Put the money in the bag
'Cause I'ma get it anyway
Girl, I love to see you in the day

I'm not tryna talk no more in this function (uh-uh)
I don't wanna talk no more, you on that f*ck shit
This pistol, I'ma up it, bullets stray down (woah)
I don't hear you talkin' that tough shit
I don't wanna let you down, but I'ma let you suffer
All I know, all I know is just hustlin'
Wanna a flex a heart, yeah, show my muscles
Don't have to pick up guns, we can have a tussle (baow)
Got me eatin' out my body, I can tell I can not trust you

They all got their hands up
It look like a hold up, hold me ransom
I want it all and then some
Guns drawn, this a standoff
I don't even know how this shit happened
I take my chances

Now I'm just tryna get away
Put the money in the bag
'Cause I'ma get it anyway
Girl, I love to see you in the day
I'm just tryna get away
Put the money in the bag
'Cause I'ma get it anyway
Girl, I love to see you in the day

Get away, get away, get away
Bitch put the bread in the bag or I promise it's DOA
Given the board constricted
That's why I love how your bitch actin' all this BOA
Gun full, I put the strap in, got my mask in, stuffin' bags in
Got guns, I put 'em down
I'll still beat you motherf*cker ass, friend
Don't got it twisted, my nigga, I come from the trenches
But I supported it with the range
Some 'bout firin' smoke that give me a high before a nigga even blaze up
I got no problem 'bout killing the beef
Or killing the beef by using the beats
Just throw up the peace and roll up my piece
And scatter your body, can't locate a piece

They all got their hands up
It look like a hold up, hold me ransom
I want it all and then some
Guns drawn, this a standoff
I don't even know how this shit happened
I take my chances

Now I'm just tryna get away
Put the money in the bag
'Cause I'ma get it anyway
Girl, I love to see you in the day
I'm just tryna get away
Put the money in the bag
'Cause I'ma get it anyway
Girl, I love to see you in the day
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Writer: Michael Carson Kellogg, Morae Ruffin, Sean Sison, Tes Siyoum, Tyler Jamal Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © LAST WAVE, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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