Lyrics:
I love you, you the best for me
Life's a bitch that's handing out recipes
And what I been cooking ups heavenly
There's no running out of bread for me
pursue
I ain't following old habits I'm breaking old rules
Unlearned everything I learned in school
Handing out the blueprint, I'm giving y'all tools
God
would give me a chance
You breaking bread with other artist handing out that advance
Left me stuck in a trance had me feeling like a dummy
Got me making
draped in sweats
Cause I never wanna
Sweat it that's a hunid
Anything that's going On around me
Im cosigning that I Want it
Paper handing me my Fantasy
workin' for tips
Swingin' like a rookie turned veteran, stand up and improv activities
Instead of handing in poems I started plugging in the auxiliary
Christmas
Mob coming out for the holiday
Staying together we never stray
Looked at my stocking pulled out an AK
Going around on a brand new sleigh
Handing out
telling me that I cannot pass the next step
Handing em our band's, we going off to Japan
'Fore a step
Take a breath
Baby how you doing why you fucking with
moment
Write the book then handing y'all the omen
Sam Cooke long road but I know a change coming
Chance took, if told, they gon press the power button
All
three on me
Cant see straight
Gotta pay attention to the details
Nigga buying lyrics
Out here like it's retail
Now I'm handing out
These fuckin r.i.p
wanna hit the music takes care and now she be beggin to be besties please
Sauce remains secretive so I won’t be handing out any recipe
Saint with
the Issue
Save your tears
No I'm not handing you no tissue
See you still
Waiting for an apology
Pride too big
To acknowledge it
Save me
Don't know where to go
I'm done really handing out favors
Too drunk off the henny I'm chasing
Bad bitch think imma come racing
I can't
Sorry I can't
Don't got time I got money
upin the game, I don't belong on the benches
I've been working on my ways
God handing me wrenches
He said tighten up boy it's time to handle your
on the street
She got that Dolce
She want some more hey
I'm handing her bands, cause she held me down, damn okay
Got my shit straight
Cause of her ways
I'm
still handing me over a buzz
So why not just show me some love
Cuz the party is dipping
We lifted, mixed with chips and dip
So show up Don't forget don't
please
Sauce remains secretive so I won’t be handing out any recipe
Saint with a premonition
Confidence don’t let it distance
Never let my family
Spit my emotions? or bout fucking these women
I couldn’t give a shit you what you wanna hear
Me against the world, it’s always been clear
No one handing
handing me
And you can't handle it how you mad at me
Honestly I'm out ya league
Hakeem the dream oloujawan
It's plain to see what side you on no delta
I wanna bone right now
If the bank ain't picking up the phone right now
Got my own problems
Ain't handing out loans right now
Stack it up, I need me
tongue
People you don't know
Who next in line
Im handing out free smoke
And when it comes to the oregano
I get it
Only split it with those with the same
to tame
Handing out advice but can't take it that's how I run my game
Lately I been in the dark decided to light up my flame
I just want the money, ion care
sweet
Bend my bitch over that's my only trick or treat
Cancel out packs, packing bowls with Indica
Similar to handing out small bags of silica
Or giving
tank
I herd she handing pussy out i'm tryna get a samplé
My wrist water drip like I'm fixing that cramped leg
You can get the fuck out if you think
Koston
More than a feeling like I'm Boston
Don't even know what the option is
I'm just handing concoctions
Sick puppies I've lifted like it's adoption
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