Lyrics:
bow tie
I'm a bad bad woman
But you already know
I'm hard to handle, baby
I need an animal
You can't understand it
I'm so stupid with it
Boy,
Shorty reached for my arm
She said she leaving the bar
Can I see you tomorrow
Don't even know who you are
Shorty reached for my arm
She said she
up all my drugs
Girl, can you hand me one? Take it (I gotta mix my drugs)
I got some niggas that's dead in the bar
But still hard to handle and take
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna party, let's party, you wanna freak be a freak
You wanna creep, we can creep tell me where should we meet
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna party, let's party, you wanna freak be a freak
You wanna creep, we can creep tell me where should we meet
a given
I handle the rock
That shit is a mission
The bars and the drums
You know that they hitting
I pull out the llama
Yk I ain’t missing
I pull out
the front desk
Tie laid out on the handle don't you bust in
Hit the middle of the dance floor
Or lose it all on by the DJ when a check pour
What had started
cannot handle.14
They sky still ain't cracked yet
Jesus ain't show yet
Shottas get ready to save Assatta cuz
Cuba wide open.16
Massive land grabs
and yanking the chains dissing
When every shot they take I swear to god is fucking missing
I heard you got dissed by a rapper named
"Ghost Tha Don"
"Ghost Tha
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune
Back at the bar in
Damn chase, you turned that hoe up
ARO
Grime
We gone handle da business
Talk out his top, Put them racks on his fitted
I want da bitch soul, Give
Hard body, my bars probably
Would off John, Bob Marley
Step poppy banging I was hardly
Higher than them handle bars
They was higher than the stars be
Ah wasup what it do?
I go by the name Collen Costa
We're about to unleash the greats
Undisputed champions of rap
Man let's spit for bars
PK lerabola
residual
Instrumentals
I slay em so cynical
Fundamentals I load em
Then spray em all
I got bars for the badderz
And beanies too
2014 it was boarding
never gonna rust
Go ahead and let go, just feel the rush
Talk, talk, talk, baby, we never hush
Handle us, yeah
Never let go
Hunted by Po Po
Always
nigga
Got a handle on it
I'ma turn it to a grip nigga
Said I don't Mind if they wanna put that weight on me
Wont struggle with it
Set the bar and I'm gone
Yeah...
I've been strugglin' to get my grip
But I guess these monkey bars are too much for me to handle
Lost count how many times I've tripped
I need
Face to face thats how i like to handle it
Save the day you can call me mr anderson
Cypher dead these niggas they talking presidents
Pockets is trash
I set the bar so high when you're with me
damn I'm high what strain is this fucking tree
come and put your fucking your leg over my knee
rub that
chicken
A bu-a-bucket full of acid by the do'
Just in case I gotta throw away my yole
Bars around the house, bars around the window
Dope around
the stars
The feeling go far
Like flying off the handle bars hit
I'm heart you just vein
Im Peeling the images outta my brain
Simple but strange
My feet
by the stress
That's 4 Bar Friday man
handle a respectable guy
I really wish it didn't take long to say goodbye
Should've known you wasn't down when I looked in your eyes
You looked the part
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