Lyrics:
Bars from Leonardo's hand
Which makes it harder to brush me off once
I start to draw you this canvas
A blank rap sheet
Full of post-dramatic flashes
From
(NickE on the track)
Bitch, I'ma stomp you out
(I'ma stomp you out) , stomp you out (Out)
Quit runnin' yo' God damn mouth
(Quit runnin' yo' mouth
Baby I'm the man now
So tell them watch their damn mouth
I took the hard road
And I ain't never had a hand out
Hand out, hand out, hand out
Baby I'm
socks
Hand me down drug dealers hand me down rocks
Hand me down a 50 pack Swisher Sweets box
And goodfella rich niggas hand me down stocks
Mouth full
But the stars, but the stars had other ideas
Now we live, now we live, now we live with that
Hand to hand, face to face
Mouth to mouth
Hand to hand
She knows how to treat a man
Amazing what she can do with a mouth and some hands
Got damn, I call her Miss Pacman
Hey lady can I call you Miss Pacman
on rollin, baby
Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?
Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna
Pensacola
In a trailer in the sand
The man from the picture
Creased and yellowed in my hand
Creased and yellowed in my hand
He was squinting and stubbled
The movies that you're makin get the herbalz"
This ain't a Prince Paul loop from The Turtles
It's just 3rd Bass givin y'all the herbalz
Herbalz in your mouth
on rollin, baby
Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?
Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna
mouth
You better not runnin' your mouth
And throw shade
When I'm not around
Hollow head
Brain dead
Ain't runnin' no more
From dro', for sure
Hollow head
bed...
The healing hand of the Lord is upon you
Arise from your fraustration.....
Arise from your reproach
Arise, arise to a new life
The glory of the Lord
you to ask it
We're all going to hell in a hand basket
Hold your tongue Captain, watch your mouth
This old girl well she's heading South
Your eyes are
another one yet
Who do it like this
It's on, put yo hands in the air
We got you in the zone, get yo hands in the air
If it's on, put
when I
Open up ya mouth, ya grill gleamin' (gleamin') (say what?)
Eyes stay low from the cheifin' (cheifin')
I got a grill they call, "Penny Candy",
when I
Open up ya mouth, ya grill gleamin' (gleamin') (say what?)
Eyes stay low from the cheifin' (cheifin')
I got a grill they call, "Penny Candy",
tusslin'
Do you fuck your husb-al-and? Like
Do y'all be tusslin'?
Do you wear the muzzlin'? Do
You ask him pretty please?
Do you crawl on hands and knees
ground
Money for hand
Back for ground
Money for hand
Back for ground
I put my money where my mouth is
Where my mouth is
I put my money where my mouth is
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
to die in my place
Gave up His life just to save
Now til the end of my days
I gotta mouth-mouth-mouth-mouth fulla praise
You got a number of reasons so
hit the town, gonna eat a meal
Hope I'm not still hungry, I don't wanna kill
Get your fingers
Out of my mouth
Get your hands
Out of my mouth
Get your
Put up your hands, hands, hands, hands
Put up your hands, hands, hands, hands
I got a million emails in the box
Unread, from you
What you're
betcha ain't met another one yet
Who do it like this
It's on, put yo hands in the air
We got you in the zone, get yo hands in the air
If it's on, put
don't wait until you see me again
This way I could hear it
From the horse's mouth
And right then and there we
Could straighten it out
Because I don't get
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