letra de no handouts - lil 2z
[intro]
ay
f-ck that, nuh-uh
[chorus]
i ain’t holdin’ out my hands
only f-ck that i give is the one inside my pants
we get gualla, we get dollars, we get racks, we get bands
i done came too f-ckin’ far, i ain’t holdin’ out my hands (f-ck that, nuh-uh)
i-i ain’t holdin’ out my hands
only f-ck that i give is the one inside my pants
we get gualla, we get dollars, we get racks, we get bands
i done came too f-ckin’ far, i ain’t holdin’ out my hands (f-ck that, nuh-uh)
[verse]
and it ain’t nothin’ to it
you said that you miss me, b-tch, but you already blew it
you say you gon’ ride, n-gga, then you better prove it
i can only tell you how i feel through this music, yeah
i ain’t trustin’ what they say
b-tch, i’m doin’ what i want, don’t give a f-ck ’bout what they think
she do molly, i smokе weed, she drink liquer, i pour drink
i don’t wanna kick it with her, plеase, take me to the bank (bank, bank, bank, bank)
call her gucci, alexis jordan
r.i.p lil peep, let’s pop a couple xans for him
i remember back when we couldn’t pay the landlord
now i’m up, b-tch, expensive sh-t you can’t afford (can’t afford)
why she-, uh, a queen made me
she say ”watch these b-tches” ’cause these b-tches want my baby
she say ”get my money” and don’t let a n-gga play me
i can’t be a broke n-gga even if you pay me
and he can have it
but if you let me hit that p-ssy, baby, i’ma bag it
you know i keep a pistol and a condom in my jacket
why you keep on doin’ that? you wanna see me grab it (hol’ on)
never had a daughter, but i always been a daddy (ay)
i never had a father, all this thuggin’ came from mommy (ay)
all these n-ggas funny, hate these n-ggas with a passion
i’ma smoke this weed to try to keep myself from laughin’
swear this sh-t was easy how i got this sh-t to happen
i just started workin’ when them n-ggas started nappin’
everybody got a ‘rari, i’ma get a [?] (skrrt, skrrt)
i kept that sh-t a hunnid when they kept that sh-t a eleven (fake ass)
[chorus]
i ain’t holdin’ out my hands
only f-ck that i give is the one inside my pants
we get gualla, we get dollars, we get racks, we get bands
i done came too f-ckin’ far, i ain’t holdin’ out my hands (f-ck that, nuh-uh)
i-i ain’t holdin’ out my hands
only f-ck that i give is the one inside my pants
we get gualla, we get dollars, we get racks, we get bands
i done came too f-ckin’ far, i ain’t holdin’ out my hands (f-ck that, nuh-uh)
[outro]
nah
ay
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