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letra de picture my hands - daniel monroe

[intro]
hahaha
no offense to my three homies: ghoul, unspoken, angel
y’all know who y’all are, it’s personal (sniffing those fortnite drugs)
motherf-cker, you hear me?
if this is really our only way of communicating, then so be it
it’s all good though, i’m home (i will sh-t on you)
we finally get a chance to talk to each other (f-ck you)

[verse]
picture my hands, what do you think i’m gonna do?
want me to let loose so i don’t have to choose?
grab a magnum .22 and start to shoot?
or just touch a pair of b00bs that are soft like balloons?
when i call out people, haters think i’m a d-ck
lowlifes don’t even know how to think big
birds turn to hawks, bees turn to wasps
if i see gabbie, i’ma greet her with a spark
you don’t have heart to pour it for your baby, no?
that’s why your torment happens every day, bro
how many youtubers need to take an l
before someone says, “don’t f-ck with daniel”?
go kick your foul stories you preened as a dreamer
getting more nookie than a cowboy cheerleader
gas station botulism nacho cheese
you’ve had too many pizza greases
that’s how you like it, whether it’s in a bowl or plate
this man has never travelled outside his home state
the sh-t you said about me don’t faze me
i want you to get off your ass and face me
don’t p-ssy out if you wanna score equally
left the nest so soon, there’s nothing more to teach me
your trashy cyphers can’t match with my pencil
all of y’all get a stinger stab to the temple
i need a rematch on a new level
your whole style is at hazard for the inevitable
after reading the book, i can judge it by its cover
clout gang needs luck with a five leaf clover
went from platinum to copper ore
i’ma put all of y’all down like dogs you are
rice can have his own commerce
your whole lives, i end them with no converse
wipe the rug then adapt to bleach
erase out banks and give you something to teach
strike alissa and tessa, spray durham with a mace
i can’t quit now during this pace
behead wolfie, use his head as a trophy
i’m glad you quit rap, that’s where you’re supposed to be
blast the martinez’s in front of their palace
give the juarez’s some autographs
stare at the sommer rays while i get all up in her ass
banged her in daylight, i’m caught up in the act
i’m removing the fake king of diss tracks
cut off his hands and feet just so he can’t hit back
i didn’t feel bad when you started tryin’
used to play call of duty, now what you playin’?
rice got stuck with something he didn’t realize?
for real, you lyin’, the p-ssy version of rich brian
monroe wants to chill in monaco with a pot of gold from morocco
watch the cars go across the monte carlo, while blasting the system up in the console
handled with selfish care, you thought it felt fair
i ain’t gon’ trip, it’s your version of welfare
online date night, it’s an important night with holly
visual h while poppin’ fortnite molly
my time operation isn’t reluctant to make
that’s why there’s an m.o. in my f-cking name
do you finally see the angle i’ve drawn?
the only way you respond back is when my channel’s gone
[outro]
ayo, cut this sh-t off
you diss me, the disses come back harder, simple as that
that d-mn b-tch in the group, holly
oh no, not holly, i meant to say megan 2.0
flexing your game stats at me like that’s supposed to impress me or some sh-t
triple c-cksucker over there thinks he’s tough saying one day, he’ll get me on wax
boy, you better hope that day never comes
i’ll block you out of your raps faster than you block me on social media
i will beat your idol’s, dad’s, and boss’s ass, dude, for talking that stupid sh-t
just like your gamertag, you love to blow your dad’s tuba, hahahaha
as for david, i ain’t finna go in on your dog ass because we both know what’s up, but i ain’t trippin’
yo’ mama, motherf-cker, and i beat yo ass
tex-ass-istan hoe

- daniel monroe

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