In The States

Put your hands up Put your hands up Put your fucking hands up This our motherfucking anthem We party hard in the states Wait Squad move fast cause we know what's at stake I'd be damned if you try to say what we can't say Posted up on the block Talking shit everyday aye Word up When we go down south we turn up Without freedom the world suck Didn't need shit cause we made our own luck Made our own luck, yuh Spent her rent money on some new shoes Then goes to the man that she vents to He makes it all better Gets her new sweaters Then she flipped like the weather What That's wild dawg Hope he doesn't trust her with a child dawg Lust got that man in a wild fog Cause she's too fucking hot No mild dawg, shit Popped that pussy like a perky Thought we were just friends Now she acting flirty Man I could never do her dirty Why Cause she can move them hips like she Fergy Yeah Popping tags like it's acid Whatever we do we do it massive T's never sitting back relaxing Cause nobody else can make this magic Here to replace every has-been Till 4/6 enjoy these classics