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Put Your Hands In The Air

Chris Brown

In My Zone 2 2010
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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 that (Oh-oh) Just like that (Oh-oh) All my ladies (Oh-oh) Just like that 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 Got your hair done If you're feeling real good say, "Yeah" Throw your tens up and keep 'em right there 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 that (Oh-oh) Just like that (Oh-oh) All my ladies (Oh-oh) Just like that Up in V.I.P. with the ladies party at Mansion Watch me do my dougie, bet the shorties 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 thing, you know I'm a freak (Freak) Got your hair done If you're feeling real good say, "Yeah" So throw your tens up and keep 'em right there 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 that (Just like that, oh-oh) Just like that (Just like that, whoa, oh-oh) All my ladies (Oh-oh, oh-oh) Just like that Just like that, just like this Whatever it is, shorty, you got it Like a game of tag, shorty, you got it And shorty 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 red bones 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) 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-whoa) All my ladies, ladies, ladies (Oh-whoa) Do it just like that (Just like that, oh-oh) Just like that (Oh, oh-oh) Just like that (Oh, oh-oh) All my ladies (Oh-oh) Just like that You know what? We so in our zone There's nothin' more to do, man I might quit after this And like that, ha ha ha We gone