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Put Your Hands Up Lyrics by Chief Chill

Coming For Your Corona

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[Chief Chill]
Aww Yeah, We Trippy on this one
Got the whole Party Rockin'
Follow Ya boy @FuckChiefChill if You really bout that life
[Verse 1: Chief Chill]
My crew be going gorilla
Indeed we keep it G
Catch me twistin up the chronic
Zoning to the funky beat
The way we rock the crib
We put you kids to sleep
Droppin dirty dollars
While you snoozing countin' up the sheep
I'm connecting with my fans
Never incomplete
I just watch my haters come up short
Call em '4th and 3'
So if you came to party
Then blow up the sticky
And if you brought the drugs
Then damn right we getting trippy
Cause that's just how we do
With the crew
Sippin brew
Cookin' up the swag
Stirrin' up the wonton soup
And if she got a Lil b
Then put her to the side
Only fuck with bitches
That be rollin up with kingsize
But in the meantime
I keep the tracks complimentary
You would think I write in my free time
But how you gunna get paper
Time is money she said
'Practice makes perfect
And perfection will get you the bread'
[Hook: Chief Chill]
So put your hands in the
Muthafuckin air
You know we smoke our blunts
Like we jut don't care
Beer Pong Poppin
Do I need to ask again?
When your party with Chief Chill
No one will compare
[Verse 2: Chief Chill]
So I come up to the spot
And I see the house jumpin
Before I'm in the door
I already feel the speakers bumpin
Strobe lights, Hella smoke
Thought the kid was clubbin
And the way these girls are lookin
I'mma leave with somethin
But that's for later
I got the whole night ahead of me
I'm just feelin lifted like entity
Sippin Red Bull and Vodka
I got the energy
My swag is well done
So I keep it cool, tender meat
I emcee the smooth beat so effort-less-ly
On another level, Intellectually
Exceptionally
I keep it clean, no penalties gee
They say the sky is the limit
But I say the moon
Is the potential for me
And you on cloud 9?
Don't waste my time
We got a gang full a girls
That smoke they own dimes
Yeah they thick too
We Just Chillin in the crib
Like an igloo, Smokin out the venue
[Hook]
Shoutout DJ Vegas!!!
Credits
Chief Chill

Chief Chill

About “Put Your Hands Up” by Chief Chill

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"Put Your Hands Up" appears on "Coming For Your Corona".

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