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on ESPN
I wanna be on SportsCenter let me be clear
Just put the ball in my hands I'll find the extra gear
You'll have the change the game plan cause I'm

a doctor
I’m on top and I bet it’s shocking
Watch you come knocking
Pull my shit up to the front
Taking my time to get in
Move when i want
Hand me the key

winning them Grammies (Right)
Cooking up beats like I'm little boy Remi, yeah
Sanitize my hands before I walk in
Every time she moaning I be nutting (Uh

the dance with the devil
Somehow I'm living to tell
So I just hope that this helps
If I was somebody else
Maybe I'd cope some way different
But this the hand

quarantine is making this slide
Alright, Yeah
Yeah, this shit, it goes both sides
Strugglin' to hand in deadline (No)
When other people snortin' snow lines

The number one guy to be sliding in ya DM's
I'm in the back of that taxi
In the back seat
Looking like Fake Taxi
(GIRRRL)
I'm not tryna hold your hand
And no I

care bout how you feel
That’s what I choose, I keep it real
Keep my name out your mouth
Less you tryna catch these hands
Niggas always chattin' shit

rock these GODS
And my new ordered Yeezys wey been just land today
Oh boy
E be like say dem don kill again
Another Pale lose him boy today
From the hands

hands up, we tell them not to shoot
Burning down the buildings, they starting to loot
They wanna divide, and make which side to choose
Tell me what you

swag but my look is way cleaner
I got gold and his pockets are way leaner
It's not hard when your this man, slap cheeks with my pimp hand, so
If you

it so I had to forget it
Black ink flowing on the pad Oh my
This is history never happened in our bloodline
Pen and pad in hand had to write the first

is getting outta hand
We on the stove
And I'm cooking till the competition gone
Fuck the consequences
Gotta throw my
Tunnel vision on
I could never

on my hands
It's L.T.E till the end
Like only the family we ain't need no friends
It's L.T.E till the end
We only got family we ain't got no friends
Hold

the fruits
How many snooze, 'fore where they get to where they are in use?
Hand out the truce, I will refuse
I cannot stop what God started producing yeah uh

Watching the clock tick
Tick Tock go to the dogs
Pushing away the hand that feeds
Ignoring the help in favor of grief
Stranded in the ocean swimming further

just walks away one day (oh oh oh)
Never known a happy home, but one day (oh oh oh)
All the hands are here to grieve, but one day (oh oh oh)
I've been

Yeah uh huh
Ay 1 2 1 2 say what
Ay
It's Ambient Village
Uh yeah
Back in the building
Uh yeah
Hands to the ceiling
Focus your vision
Shut up

head
All thing he wanna do is blow that switchy in his hand
No I never have a fuck bout what a bitch nigga saying
You ain't trying to make no dollars you

links, bro one more time you not on beat
(Forreal man hand me this bitch, you talking crazy)
Aye, yeah
Aye gang told me punch this bitch again he wasn't

free
Cause I don't want, fall, feel and grief
But I have the energy to go with my enemies
And talk like grown up men
And then hurt without my hands
I´m

logic
Hand it to him or he in your pockets
He outta pocket, I'm not really into illegal profit
Late nights and the earliest mornings never get boring
You

Fernando

Margarita Luna

Abba-DJ: Nonstop Club Remixes

2003

hand
Can you hear the drums Fernando?
Do you still recall the frightful night we crossed the Rio Grande?
I can see it in your eyes
How proud you were

Voices

Negative Space

From All Thoughts Everywhere

2002

was mine

Hold my young man nervous hands
One or some will help me when
I can't stop us from running around

Outstanding obvious means
I'll need

name popping in the freaking streets
We can get it cracking in this bitch
And walk on E-G-G's
Or we throw the hands
Even though my niggas keep the piece