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hands
Alright look
Bitch you ain't got no hoes you lettin everybody fuck
Bitch I go by JØ I'm stealin everybodys slut
TFMB bitch we the hard body bunch

please step in
I can't do this without your leading hand

As the days rolled by, we struggled to survive
Local papers reported my demise
We were counseled,

hand, and a Glock in my right, okay

If a nigga run up on me, swear to God I won't fight, okay
Like what's the point in acting hard and fronting

some time Bring a two friend for me and my guys
DJ gon' spin my song all night I know my ting that's on my side
Next hand up while I flick my lighter Bad

you I'm dying forever

We break up
Then we have make up sex

Right hand gripping the sheet
Left hand holding my hand

We up flighting no sleep
Plotting

thumb, I've got the green nose
Russian red bear time, now I've got the green hand
Got so fucking ripped that I went and ripped these pants (Yessir!)
cll

now
Hand washing my draws putting curtains up over stalls
Gtl when I call just pray you answer em all
Last bitch threw a cross new bitch move like

Lemme give you a lil
Piece of advice
Why don't you shut the hell up
Hit the blunt
And pass the mic
It came from Lou so
You don't gotta think twice

he spoke on T.O., he gone by the weekend
Bad bitch in this party, shake ass and she drinking
I popped the heart, that's the X, now I'm geeking
Oh, he

Ayy I'm selling up my soul
I'm done staying broke
I been selling dope, I've been piling up them racks
Cuz I'm getting cash, getting cash, getting

Of course let's get back to
The subject at hand
The mixtape the public demands
Wanna download it to their porn disc drive
Drive by! Pedestrians in a panic

the deal,  
 Life is so unreal,  
 Do what you wanna do, 
 It’s all up to you. 
  
 The cards are in your hand,  
 And you create your plan, 
 The dealer

too many spies

I don't mix up with too many man
When it's time to cut the pie
Then there's too many hand
Won't roll their sleeves
To give u any hand
No

Either crush you or shape you unbreakable boulder
Tryna make a way by making my quota
Opinions don't count you can keep all your votes
From ounces

The view is killing us tonight
Up here the streetlights burn so bright
Below the trains are passing by
Watch us hold on for our lives
The sirens

accustomed to snakes
Watch how they move stay away from the jakes
I won't dap you up you ain't worth a hand shake
You claim that you real but I know that

Diss the gang we leave you dead
This pole exotic
This hoe fire
She a real lil bouje bitch
Only hit her up when I'm off by
Give her good dick kick her

feel
Rest in peace Trayvon, Micheal, Sandra Bland
Eric Garner death of the young black innocent
They shoot us with our hands up
Handcuff us and beat us

more hands on deck than a centipede
It's been highs and lows, and flying close, on the edge of my seat, by the skin of my teeth
Who says serving God

control
Let it sink down in your soul
Come on
Get up out of your seat
Clap your hands
Move your feet
Come and dance with me
Don't say that you can't
Just

Welcome to your legacy
Hope you have some plans for me
Family grew up in mid-western landscapes so there's corns in me
Throw your missing hands
For

rise
There’s obstacles that I got by
That was miles high but I can fly
Hold up
I crept in on the low key
What’s my name, you know me
It’s the shit I do

your hands up in the air
Here's to you for always being there
Raise your hands up in the air
Here's to you for always being there
Raise your hands up in

hitting crop
But I never stop
Staying hot
Bout them bands
I was in the pot
Like the mud
Made this by my hands
Mix the molly in the water
Pass it to my 忍者