Lyrics:
We don't play no games hoe and
All them thangs will blow
Katch you in your ride and wet that Shit up like it's macco
And them hand tools got more
live ahaha
Wanna live ah
She wanna kid ah
Just know i did ahh
I wanna live ahhhh
Blow his cap back, Fuck the hands
Tool go blat blat Nigga yea
Get her
a tool
Act a fool
Uh
Life been hittin me hard
Like a barstool
That's why I act a fool
Act a fool
I act a fool
Someone hand me a tool
Act a fool
I used
school
Want the diamonds and the drip get her wet like a pool
Handy Manny talking to me hand me over the tool
Ya I'm off of this planet, ya I'm off of this
too soon
Good thing my music, is keeping my brain busy
Because idle hands are the devil's tools
Idle hands are the devil's tools
Idle hands are
I'm an artist no artisan
Don't know much about what you can
Do if you really do understand
The thoughts and tools in your hand
I'm an artist no
Can't even handle the two when I hit from the back got my hand on the tool
If its a set up you know ima shoot
In the mean time ima do what it do
I gotta
And hand tools for clearing the land
And he built him a church
'Cause he was a God fearin' man
All of his children when there
Worshiped here through
be undone
Revisions of conclusions of races that are run
Tools in the hands of ignorance will never finish well
Ruinous in intent or pathways into
I ain't put hands on you, shorty
I got the gang with me shorty
I keep my hand on my tool now
Yeah, my tool now
Niggas know my rule now
Shorty coming
fat tool in case them man ride
I'm with a Bad B, she wants to get man fried
So, pass the dutchie pon the left hand side
She be feeling the team
Thighs
a hand tool
Everybody round this shit gets it
Been about my business you think
Different then come try me
Somebody get this nigga my X ray there
Ain't
My inner voice gives me a signal
The body obeys impulses
My intentions are pure
My mind is cleared
My hands are like steel tools
I carry out commands
from me
Hand ain't on his choppa tool
Hand ain't on his choppa tool
Hand ain't on a hundred round 'cause that's how much the choppa shoot
Ballin' is
so absurd
So many ways to skin a cat
All cut up
All cut up
Everything tastes better now
My hands, these tools, the fatted cow
On my Johnny Bravo shit you feel me
Thank you
Huh
I got mouthpiece what about you
I got hands my homie got tool
Everybody worried bout tryna be cool
to say
c man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, John Queue, John Queue
Do it for the fam got a hand on the tool, John Queue, John Queue
c man's gotta do
His hands
Tools of creation
Stronger than nations
Power without end
cnd yet through them we find our truest friend
His hands
Sermons of kindness
a hooligan stance
If you really rock nigga show me the bands
yea you might get you a dap but I ain't holding your hand
And the tool in my pocket be saggin my
just pulled up in the 350 coupe
I just pulled up and it wasn't with you
I just pulled up with a brand new boo
If I say it's up, she hand me the tool
I'm
talk? I'd turn on my mans too
I got ammo light you up like a candle
Shit shoot like a hand tool, I got hands too
I ain't playing fool
Shit a game
tires and lawnmower parts
Miles of wires and kitchen drawer knobs
Transistor radios, scrap metal
Hand-me-down tools, one of everything
Old keys
he's still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they're
some hand get you slumped off
Oh it's final jump off
All it takes is one call
Walk off watch her come crawl
Ok the tool like some hand get you slumped
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