Lyrics:
handling his
You talk like a bitch, and walk like a snitch
Its dedicated to you if the shoe fits
You up and down the street always runnin yo mouth so 1
Day
swallows any sight
Isn't biased, what's it like
Handling lifeless bodies in pine
She looks up at me so fine
And she got them hurt me eyes
And she'd been up
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I ain't
Innhentet av en handling
Vekket av et symbol
Revet til bakken av rivende smerte
Angstrop i jagende ve
Snø som farges av glødende sverte
Under et frostbelagt
My goodies, my goodies, my goodies
Not my goodies
I got a sick reputation for handling broads
All I need is me a few seconds or more (a few
Don't need no anyone don't need anybody talk to me
About handling relationships it seems like everyone
It seems like everybody I think I really
Jag sa till mig själv "Är det någonting i detta hus som hindrar mig från handling"
Jag sa till mig själv "Är det någonting i detta hus som stoppar
statement
No way should reflection be mistaking for glorification
Now I remember so vivid me and my niggas was living
Sub-standard condition still handling
come fuck with a nigga, you gon' love it
Can't go wrong with a nigga like me
Because I got it going on, I be handling my business
So just tell me what
I just told em, quit the askin
Big boss bread business the shit that I be handling
Got NTL on the beats up in the stu and he be sampling
McFadden
glorification
Now I remember so vivid me and my niggas was living
Sub standard condition still handling business
Still laughing and tripping, still having
this
Got the toolie
Swerve off in the stick shift
Time moves slow when you handling your business
Never worry about a soul that hit shift
Fine by time
and the socks, stop
And based on my neck, boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you
någonting
Nu är de dags att gå till handling
Annars händer ingenting
Det är vi som måste avgöra
Hur framtiden ska bli
Det är våran plikt att
Ta hand om vårat
a lot of things to learn
To be the man of the house
Mama been handling it rough
I gotta be a way out
Well She been struggling keeping faith
One day you're
and I stay on fleek to handling my business
Find me on the throne Mansa Marri on the phone. Negus gone but I'm on nigga you know what the lit is
When it
She's to sexy for her clothes, so she throws them on the floor
She danger, she danger
What y'all wanna do fall in love?
She just handling business
You said you wanted me, fuck you not now
I gave you chances and you said how
Are you doing handling all this heartache?
I said all this shit was
I never would’ve made it on my own
Instead of handling all my problems all alone
I started laying all my burdens at the Throne
And if you know what I
just out here handling business
I just open up them doors yeah can I get a witness
Dirty work dirty hands I won't stop it until I'm finished
Bitch I get
I never stutter lies
Flying with the butterflies
Bitch I'm far from perfect
But I'm handling it the sun it shines
Sudden rhymes
I've been doing it
a love letter to you, girl, this is sincere
Yeah, handling shit on your own
All these other niggas irrelevant, they ain't even known
Yeah, I call you my
You said it's
Time to go, yeah
Nice to know ya
Night's are colder
Icy cold, yeah
Hit your phone, but you answer with a tone
I been handling my own,
it's all on your face
Now I don't like the way that you have been handling things
No I don't like the way that you have been talkin to me
You know you
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