Wordplay T. Jay - Hands to the Ceiling

Why don’t you leave me out yo’ bullshit
I just wanna feel tonight so I can let it go
Throw it like confetti though
Kicking these words is like a pedi flow
I don’t want drugs, I’m already dope
Higher than before and that’s a steady slope
Gettin’ to the drip is like a Neti though
Looking like a star, don’t do no cameos
Insert line about some panties though and Xany dose
That’s where my advantage grows
Cause I came to get loose like mechanic clothes
Throw a good fit like I’m two years old
We ain’t get it live in a minute
But I thrive on the vibe when I ride with the winners
They dividin’ the business
corners swing wide when I bend it
hands put ‘em high to the ceiling
We just wanna let it go and get them hands up
Turn the music little louder let the band bust
Tell ‘em all to have a seat, cause they can’t stand us
Getting hot up in this building turn the fan up, yup
Hands to the ceiling get them hands up
Hands to the ceiling get them hands up
Hands to the ceiling get them hands up
Hands to the ceiling get them hands up
Wax on, wax off
girl you know your back soft
Might just make a kid and get the tax off
And make up for the past lost
Tryna get between like a fast floss
In it like, uh, my bad Ross
Didn’t really know that I had sauce
At the bottom of the bag where the rags are
Tags off, point of no return so let the cash talk
Cat walk, bad boss,
Gotta eat like the fast off
See ‘em in the future with the mask off
Getting right back where the gang hang
Like a melee finna go nuts like a Payday
Bring the dance out like Da Baby
Let the body jump up while the hands go crazy
We just wanna let it go and get them hands up
Turn the music little louder let the band bust
Tell ‘em all to have a seat, cause they can’t stand us
Getting hot up in this building turn the fan up, yup
Hands to the ceiling get them hands up
Hands to the ceiling get them hands up
Hands to the ceiling get them hands up
Hands to the ceiling get them hands up
Aiight
Wave, wave, wave, wave
Tonight is getting crazy
So only God can save me
Oh, this feels amazing
Take me up
Ride the tempo, like a nympho
The vibe is simple, monumental
Gotta get it in never mind the intro
So pick your hands up like you’re drivin’ limos
We just wanna let it go and get them hands up
Turn the music little louder let the band bust
Tell ‘em all to have a seat, cause they can’t stand us
Getting hot up in this building turn the fan up, yup
Hands to the ceiling get them hands up
Hands to the ceiling get them hands up
Hands to the ceiling get them hands up
Hands to the ceiling get them hands up

Written by:
Terry Johnson

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