Chris Brown - Put Your Hands In the Air

Put Your Hands In the Air
Put Your Hands In the Air

[Intro]
Ah

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Put your hands in the air
If you wanna freak somethin’ down tonight
P-P-P-Put your hands in the air
All my ladies, ladies, ladies
Do it just like that (Oh-oh)
Just like tha-a-a-a-at (Oh-oh)
Just like that (Oh-oh)
All my ladies (Oh-oh)
Just like that

[Verse 1: Kevin McCall]
Plans for the night? Yeah, they all on me
And tell me what you like ’cause I’ma give get that shit and bull
‘Cause you got on your birthday suit and your sexy is callin’, baby
Tonight is your night, you’re the center of attention, the spotlight is on you

[Pre-Chorus: Kevin McCall]
Got your hair done
If you’re feeling real good say, “Yeah”
Throw your tens up and keep ’em right there

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Put your hands in the air
If you wanna freak somethin’ down tonight
P-P-P-Put your hands in the air
All my ladies, ladies, ladies
Do it just like that (Oh-oh)
Just like tha-a-a-a-at (Oh-oh)
Just like that (Oh-oh)
All my ladies (Oh-oh)
Just like that

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Up in V.I.P. with the ladies party at Mansion
Watch me do my dougie, bet the shawties think I’m handsome
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hennessy and Baileys on the daily, CÎROC by the case load
Party all night long, we ain’t stopping ’til I say so
If you’re lonely, come in here with me
Girl, just work that thang, you know I’m a freak (Freak)

[Pre-Chorus: Kevin McCall & Chris Brown]
Got your hair done
If you’re feeling real good say, “Yeah”
So throw your tens up and keep ’em right there

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Kevin McCall]
Put your hands in the air
If you wanna freak somethin’ down tonight
P-P-P-Put your hands in the air (In the air)
All my ladies, ladies, ladies (Ladies, oh)
Do it just like that (Just like that, oh-oh)
Just like tha-a-a-a-at (Just like that, oh-oh)
Just like that (Just like that, woah, oh-oh)
All my ladies (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Just like that

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Just like that, just like this
Whatever it is, shawty, you got it
Like a game of tag, shawty, you got it
And shawty got ass, that you can’t miss
She the shit, lighters up or just put up your cellphone
Dark skin girls turn me on, so do redbones
Racin’ to the V.I.P., lookin’ like a marathon
Too many bottles left over, guess I’ma carry home
By the end, I’ma turn it up
And all the niggas smokin’, tell ’em burn it up
She got me pimped against the wall
She ’bout to make it stand up
I’ma put my motherfuckin’ hands up (Oh-oh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Kevin McCall]
Put your hands in the air (Put your hands in the air)
If you wanna freak somethin’ down tonight (Oh)
P-P-P-Put your hands in the air (Oh-woah)
All my ladies, ladies, ladies (Oh-woah)
Do it just like that (Just like that, oh-oh)
Just like tha-a-a-a-at (Oh, oh-oh)
Just like that (Oh, oh-oh)
All my ladies (Oh-oh)
Just like that

[Outro: DJ Drama]
You know what?
We so in our zone
There’s nothin’ more to do, man
I might quit after this
And like that, hahaha
We gone

 

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