| Turn the beat up a lot
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| Like, a shit-ton
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| A little more
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| I told that nigga grab her hand, grab her hand
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| Then you gone have some fun and dance, fun and dance
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| And do some shit you never did before
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| And do some shit you never did before
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| I told that nigga grab her hand, grab her hand
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| Then you gone have some fun and dance, fun and dance
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| And do some shit you never did before
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| And do some shit you never did before
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| She get a whiff of some money
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| Mix it up with some liquor
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| She say I’m being a dick like my name was Richard
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| I can’t be cold I’m no blizzard
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| Don’t do dress codes, I’m that nigga
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| I wear a poncho, sombrero, La cucaracha came with us
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| Spend every fish and he fishin'
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| I drop his neck to these bitches
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| I see if she wanna dance, she sent my shot in the distance
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| But then She paused, stopped, «Are you Michael Christmas?»
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| I told her «yeah»
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| She said «My boyfriend is fan» and she dipped and
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| I told that nigga grab her hand, grab her hand
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| Then you gone have some fun and dance, fun and dance
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| And do some shit you never did before
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| And do some shit you never did before
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| I told that nigga grab her hand, grab her hand
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| Then you gone have some fun and dance, fun and dance
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| And do some shit you never did before
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| And do some shit you never did before
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| Who the fuck’s knockin' on my door?
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| Breakin' mirrors and I’m stompin' on the floor
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| Blowin' chronic, towel underneath the door
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| This life is nothin' like before
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| I must have did somethin' right
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| Bitch so bad I’m cumin' twice
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| Leavin' after, fuck your life
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| I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sike!
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| I’ve been wrong way less than I’ve been right
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| I’ve been through a lot but I wanna keep it light right now
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| I probably could have stunted if I want to
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| Put a sub in the trunk if I want to
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| Bring a fire and make the bitch jump through
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| Ooh! |
| Eat the booty like junk food
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| I told that nigga grab her hand, grab her hand
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| Then you gone have some fun and dance, fun and dance
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| And do some shit you never did before
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| And do some shit you never did before
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| I told that nigga grab her hand, grab her hand
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| Then you gone have some fun and dance, fun and dance
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| And do some shit you never did before
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| And do some shit you never did before
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| Now usually I’m nervous and this ain’t no exception
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| I’m hidin' this erection, I’m searchin' for affection
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| I seen you pass the window lookin' back at your reflection
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| But if you see me lookin' I bet you would be offended
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| I’m just lookin', I ain’t touchin'
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| Way too shook, I should say fuck it
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| Peel off skrrrrt in this bucket
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| What a Weird Day, go get this money
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| You can judge like your honor or you can get up and dance
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| Get off your phone and let an awkward nigga reach for your hand
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| I told that nigga grab her hand, grab her hand
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| Then you gone have some fun and dance, fun and dance
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| And do some shit you never did before
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| And do some shit you never did before
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| I told that nigga grab her hand, grab her hand
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| Then you gone have some fun and dance, fun and dance
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| And do some shit you never did before
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| And do some shit you never did before |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grab Her Hand , by - Michael Christmas. Song from the album What A Weird Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп