Lyrics:
having to feel it wit the type of shit to make a nigga take a second look
I be
[Hook: Jane Handcock]
I do my own thing do my own thing no permission
[Hook 1: Jane Handcock]
These days I'm never home
I'd rather be alone
I been working night shifts
I don't pick up the phone
These days I'm never
Jane Handcock
And oh yeah, yesterday's price is not today's price
So says Jane Handcock, you dig?
Price went up for my pussy today
Niggas want
Yeah, some Jane Handcock
Jane Handcock
You better know it
Death Row records '22
This is a Death Row Summer
Run and tell that
Turnin' off my phone
take your mask off
Thooter bop, begging for the dick like I'm handcock
Treat her like my hoe, not a queen, that's your dad fault
Stupid running plays
I got my hand on my damn cock/
And i coped a gun so big it could probubly kill handcock/
I aint a rat, me talkin to the damn cops/
Is like lewis
I-N-I-T-I, A-T-I-O-N
Follow you home after every show
Perforated into tiny fragments
Heavy breathing's your new fan club
A john handcock with
the John Handcock on your kitties
Cause I'm bringing bangers for all summer so you bes get wit it
Uhhhhh
Damn they all be gone, n they outta pocket
Man we
the sharks in the dark end
Spittin all these fax man I'm Xerox regardless
I got this rap game in a headlock, rap game hero I guess you could call me Handcock
john handcock
Instagram stalker, Facebook reader, follows me on twitter but really not a tweeter
She had me gas thinking she was a keeper
She took off
I got my hand on my damn cock/
And i coped a gun so big it could probubly kill handcock/
I aint a rat, me talkin to the damn cops/
Is like lewis
strap talk's
Just your strap on you fag walk
While ya grandma walks fast jogs
When ya still gasp off a half block
Where's the gat talk, the handcock
my product
It takes screws to build a crib and one nail to fill it
I abort these kids cause I'm the only one who kills it
Give her my handcock
Yeah
Handcock when that Bass drop
I got the game on lockdown
Ate the key and the padlock
It's funny how strangers my biggest supporters
But I don't do this for
like Handcock
Leaving the bed
Checking the clock every minute I ain't tryna be with this bitch
Sleep wit the feds
Piggies be thinking I'm cappin cause I
Controller wie Gold und meine
Power wie Handcock
I – Last Squad, Digga, Intelligent
Wenn der Panzer mal brennt, dein Hund
Wenn er rennt
J – Alle wollen Jagen
I’m legal
Fly sigeal
I’m high
like Eagle
I’m hero
Handcock
Time tickin
I hear da clock
Want smoke
got glock
In speaker
I chop
I’m only
to say)
You wanna talk like this
Hit a walk like this
Fade hoes like this
Spraying off type shit
Blow up comeback handcock my dick
Put it in your
of my main scheme
I just wanna see the world with my kin folk
Outside with a pack blowing indo
Hit the booth lay a body on tempo
Shakespeare Handcock
dreadlocks
Imma go put her in a headlock
Bam bam make the bedrock
Imma fly nigga call me handcock
Keep a Smith & Wesson with a red dot
With a red dot
Takin' it
And I want a lamb chop I can't do the pot roast
Same nigga from the sandbox I can get a block gone
I feel like I'm handcock
I forgot my old hoe
Put my
chops, CEOs trying to COP my John Handcock. I can't stop
I'm too damn hot. Pour some water on me
That girl's so hot I'm trippin like I had some blotter
I-N-I-T-I, A-T-I-O-N
Follow you home after every show
Perforated into tiny fragments
Heavy breathing's your new fan club
A john handcock with
it 'til it comes down to judgement time
Ha
I didn't wait for him to finish
I signed that bitch
Johnny Handcock let's get it
'Cause it's one for
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