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letra de put ya hands on me - greeneyez (la)

[intro]
uh-huh
hmm, ayy
hmm
greeneyez
big green on this b-tch, n-gga
i run this b-tch
(vine on the beat)
big choppa for whoever (choppa for whoever)
play some games with me, b-tch, i’ma hit you with this metal (with this metal)
i know you p-ssy, your brother give you his too (your brother too)
feel like a motherf-ckin’ giver

[verse 1]
okay, play with yourself, b-tch, and get off on me (b-tch, get off on me)
i like ’em nasty like the freaknik in 2003 (bang, bang)
i’m in the trenches with them p’s, the streets can vouch what i preach (i’m layin’ bands)
and b-tch, you know this sh-t a hit when green and vine on the beat (oh, yeah, let’s go)
grind and get an m, but no mcgriddlе (but no mcgriddle)
i’m free from all them f-ck n-ggas now, but no glorilla (free from them f-ck n-ggas now)
just ‘causе they got pistols, that don’t make them n-ggas k!llers (that don’t make them n-ggas k!llers)
and three things i won’t talk to is a rat, pig and a pillow (get your b-tch-ass on, yeah)
don’t talk to me ’bout murder if you ain’t never did a bid (if you ain’t never did)
ho, don’t talk to me, you fertile ’cause i ain’t havin’ no mo’ kids (i ain’t havin’ kids)
if i front you and you f-ck up, that’s on you, you burned your bridge (that’s on you, b-tch)
i told my ho, “come sell this dope, b-tch, since you always need a wig”, uh (b-tch, you always did)
live from the pen’, tell ’em, “free rico and jd” (tell ’em, “free rico and jd”)
lil’ momma put her hands on me, must thought i was kp (ooh, ooh)
know i get the crowd movin’ every time they play me (yeah, every time they f-ckin’ play me)
treat me like the president and i ain’t talkin’ hd (i ain’t talkin’ hd, man)
[chorus]
don’t put your hands on me, please don’t put your hands on me (don’t put your hands on me)
you put your hands on me, b-tch, and it’s a problem (yeah, it’s a problem)
i got them bands on me, ooh (ooh), she puttin’ her hands on me (hands)
i’m finna f-ck another n-gga baby momma, alright (hit his b-tch)

[verse 2]
ain’t no f-ckin’ with this side, we be the best side, yeah (we be the best side, yeah)
couple p-ssies still alive, but the rest all dead (but the rest all dead)
big body amg (haha) with your ho inside
just some ratchet-ass n-ggas off that westside, yeah (westside)
it go, “bop”, watch ’em bop (bop)
let me bop (baow), do my diddy (baow)
screamin’ rest in peace to life (long live him), he still the sickest in the city (long live)
i got b-tches for yo’ b-tches (yeah), you know poobie, b, and livi (my boys)
but i’ll still’ll bat a b-tch, ho, my daddy name ricky (baow-baow, pick your man)
try to tell ’em, they ain’t listened, n-ggas went against the grain (they did)
now they see these diamonds glistenin’, now they wish sh-t was the same (b-tch, they still wish)
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout no friction, it ain’t sh-t to get a brain (it ain’t sh-t to get a brain)
play with me and get your issue (come on), catch you reachin’ for this chain (b-tch, don’t do it)

[chorus]
don’t put your hands on me, please don’t put your hands on me (don’t put your hands on me)
you put your hands on me, b-tch, and it’s a problem (yeah, it’s a problem)
i got them bands on me, ooh, she puttin’ her hands on me (hands)
i’m finna f-ck another n-gga baby momma (hit his b-tch, ayy)

- greeneyez la

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