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letra de hands off - ily loncey

[verse 1]
pouring the cill sipping tec nine
f-cking your b-tch until she got a dead spine
she sucking my d-ck then that mother f-cker reclines
had to ask johnny for mother f-cking big diamonds
seen your little buddy at the clinic
if y’all wanna start then little b-tch imma finish
broke ass hoes better work with the dishes
f-ck them rats putting hoes in the sentence!
they screaming my name and they shouting
y’all broke as f-ck if y’all getting allowance
y’all said you get racks little b-tch i am doubting
be stacking my chips to the mother f-cking mountain
put your money where your mouth is
talking about me and i hear that you doubting
i want the bread i don’t want to be clouted
spiting fake foo and i hear that you clowning
[verse 2]
y’all really ain’t talking about me
they don’t wanna be my enemies
two words down your six feet down keep talking b-tch now your deceased
hold up my chopper did magic!
hold up little b-tch i be sounding real static!
that b-tch a thot she don’t know where her dad is
he left his how cause he feeling so tragic
am holding my bag
i got a bag on in bag
if i lay down then your hoe might just gag
am with the gang and we running up saks
i took his b-tch now her boyfriend be mad (uh)
let me hop in get me booked
seen my and twin and your ass got shooked
say you gon pull up i wish you would
two bands of za that sh-t better be good

[chorus]
holding the 10 with the mac b-tch
y’all finna run cause you know that your man’s snitch
look at my squad and they never gon snitch!
smoking my gas and that sh-t got a kick (uh)
little boy better get his hands off
finna spin back we gon ride in a track hawk
if you gon k!ll then come take it that far
losing my voice in this song little b-tch back off
[verse 1]
pouring the cill sipping tec nine
f-cking your b-tch until she got a dead spine
she sucking my d-ck then that mother f-cker reclines
had to ask johnny for mother f-cking big diamonds
seen your little buddy at the clinic
if y’all wanna start then little b-tch imma finish
broke ass hoes better work with the dishes
f-ck them rats putting hoes in the sentence!
they screaming my name and they shouting
y’all broke as f-ck if y’all getting allowance
y’all said you get racks little b-tch i am doubting
be stacking my chips to the mother f-cking mountain
put your money where your mouth is
talking about me and i hear that you doubting
i want the bread i don’t want to be clouted
spiting fake foo and i hear that you clowning

- ily loncey

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