Lyrics:
might as well sing
Don McLean and sing him out loud as they
Deceive the crowd
Silent night, liberals kill in fright
Boys in the Middle East, can't even
bounce to this track
And I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back
I can love again tonight
We bounce
and I'mma just gon' play
And bitches be tripping
Cause they don't wanna ever stay
Down with a nigga when a nigga's doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I
and I'mma just gon' play
And bitches be tripping
Cause they don't wanna ever stay
Down with a nigga when a nigga's doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I
the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmm, hmm
(Like that now, like this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop)
Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin'
the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmm, hmm
(Like that now, like this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop)
Nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin'
hands
We don’t hold hands - we don’t hold hands
Gotta earn ya own way we hold no hands
I pledge allegiance to my gang I’m forever solid
Before I ever give
all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I
you do man
What’s the hold up
Just tell me what’s next, or shut the fuck up
Tryna put it in your hand
Don’t test your luck up
I gotta be out by 10, so
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
on
Hold on, don't let go
(Rock on)
My God and don't you know
(Be strong)
You got the power if you look deep inside
(The flow y'all)
Just let God be your
on with my life
I don't really understand
If I even have a plan
Making sure that I'm the man
That can hold her by the hands
I don't really understand
If I
grenades on the page
Don’t want my songs on a playlist
Unless it’s with the best-
Don McLean, Bonnie Raitt,
Chaka Khan from the 80s
Maybe Lady Marmalade
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
just told me all the reasons
I have to find my own way, don't change it like the season
It's my life, I live it on my own
Welcome to dangerzone
It's my
Girl, I love how you roll it
I put my hand there, (hand there), hold it
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by
a trace
Of the blues
I just think of you, baby, I know
I've got a real thing, here by my side
Someone who needs me, holding me tight
And these
than just the marks
Of where I've been
The wounds are where the light comes in
Words & Music by Kim McLean (Twang Billy Music, SESAC), Tara Shannon
Hold on to me
Until the end
I will never let you go
So don't pretend
I just wanna be with you
When the shit hits the fan
So hold my hand
Until
your Hands, hold your Hands, hold you Hands up!
I wasn’t born to be Bart Simpson. You can’t stay eleven forever
Now, past Infancy I learnt my Lessons
aint got shit so don’t be knocking
on my door like bruh what's popping
when I was broke we wasn’t talking
you say you balling why you walking
(laugh)
go)
With these hands i'll know (Let it show)
What these hands now hold (Let it go)
With one hand don't go (Let it go)
With one hand dies slow (Let it
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
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