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letra de hands on hands off - frenzo harami

[verse 1 – b.r.y.]
white bricks wrapped similar to kinder
going through his pictures, you could call it tinder
trap teacher, i’m suttin like splinter
when the crop lands you’ll catch me in that sprinter
in the night i’ll be purging
my line beats, you can call your line a virgin
went from a bend to a brick, i be serving
pack’s thick like lateysha grace
on the road i put b’s in a’s
so many cases i cover my face
stack twenty bags in jan that’s a good year
[?]

[hook – frenzo]
i was hands on now i’m hands off
they wanna know where i got my grams from
got a raw brick with a stamp on
sprayed the acetone then i got my clamp on
head shot that’s your man gone
or i push it in his p-ssy like a tampon
you’ve got no leg to stand on
leg shot leave no leg to stand on

[verse 2 – frenzo]
i gave her the haddi in the back of the gaddi
she popped a xanny, i told her give me adhi
just flew the chaabi over from karachi
sawed off the half b, make the rest twerk like cardi
now i’m in harvey’s looking ferragami
this paper doesn’t fold like origami
the bullets sting like cactus
hit croydon, linked with my sri lankans
she’s sucking d-ck for a one-er
hit south, linked with my unnah
bare bells, he’s got the ting packed
can hear your bones crack from the impact

[verse 3 – qwalo]
slap the pot on the stove
put the fire on the low
remember running from the feds with the cocaine
the feds put me in a cell for the whole day
came out, copped a phone, went to [?]
you have to take him round the back fam it’s so bait
back to the trap, mixing milk with cornflakes
thick b-tch tryna nudge me
two for thirty-five, shots picking up in country
trap line jumping like it’s bungee
i’m on the m-way doing mad speeds
bro’s mum saying that i’m a bad breed
n-gga i’m the canteen

- frenzo harami

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