Lyrics:
flockin' just like seagulls? (eh)
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need
B-boy, where the fuck you at?
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past.
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper
Before I make
Dedicated to all the DJ's and dance crews all around the world
(Tech N9ne)
Don't nobody want it, we hella hot at the moment
We're coming for all
nigga's at Lotus
I hit P and them I was Dom P'ed up in there
You know but I found this new spot
We went to the other night, yo
Check it out check it
be -Boy, where the fuck you at?
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past.
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper.
Before I
bleed from the weed I been smokin.
Keep walking son, I keep the song hostile
Mad weaponry, I bring by the stockpile
Way too deep, my block legendary
of conspiricy
White Water scandals with Bill Clinton Hilary
Too hot to handle
Well put together to dismantle
Fucka, you heard me?
[Sample]
too hot to handle
So I got to get up and go
It's a cruel, (cruel), cruel summer
(Leaving me) leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel, (it's
walking son, I keep the song hostile
Mad weaponry, I bring by the stockpile
Way too deep, my block legendary
Many MC's tried to creep and got buried
He
the game my brudda i wanna be on stage
Put a lil something on his buy up for christmas day
I was Ed Sheeran when they came & dropped me the affray
Any
Or speak about it too much, you gon' die by the sword
So think about it, do us an injustice, you know time flies
Life, I can't trust it, so I stay high
too much, wet 'em like a dove
But in the slang, in the speech, in the style
Connect, can never be ripped by a suburban child
Gun smoke, bonanza
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
This ain't the vibe that I need
Stop the beat, G5 free
I be spendin' racks on these jeans
I'm too real, fuck is y'all
you but they're not
And they wanna be you but they're not
Everybody wants a Brit now a day's like Ed Sheeran
Remember when we saw Coolio on Nickelodeon
body too bootylicious for ya babe
Baby, can you handle this?
Baby, can you handle this?
Baby, can you handle this?
I don't think you can handle this!
me, hug me!]
I was hell, victim of a scandal
coz this girl's too much for E to handle
Broke tha bee's grip, started to run
Back to tha crib, grabbed tha
should've checked it yourself (come on)
Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb shit
Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bumb shit
Time flew by, you
feeling like nobody having my back, so i can get no help soon
And I know you really can't handle these fumes, don't come in this room
Box too hot
Box too
Ecstasy is nothing to gamble out
Lord save me
I'm kissed by the devil
Set me free
Away from this castle
Ecstasy is too hot to handle now
Ecstasy is nothing
Food that I got too hot
Date that I got too hot
But hey that's what I want
I didn't order no spicy food
I just can't handle it
Try to impress this girl
B-boy, where the fuck you at?
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past.
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper
Before I make
What if we could be with somebody else?
Wouldn't you love to stay out too long?
Oh, oh what if we could go there?
What if we could stay a little
at a time, day by day
I can handle anything in God's way
If I got God, then shit gon' change
Pain in my face and I'm feeling all the rage
Brain on lock, feel
tup (come on)
Remix
Uh
Yeah
Now Missy she too much for me (I'm freaky)
Took me to to the crib, man, she told me (eat me)
Now my babymama told
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