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letra de handouts - lil durk

[intro]
trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the trenches
i do it for poverty
a lot of street n-ggas in f-ckin’ with me you know?
(shoutout my n-gga snapdogg you know?)
real gang man

[chorus]
no i don’t want yo’ apologizes
no, i don’t drink on no qualitest
my b-tch get the drink, she a pharmacist
i’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
how you trade on me how you trade?
was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
i had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
i sit back and look at the people that you played
yeah i ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

[verse 1]
i was addicted to shootouts
i’m in the trenches with pluto
i got a stick at my b-tch house
now i take sh-ts in a big house
i never carried the field
i gotta outwork my pills
i gotta suck up the tears
i’m in the gutter for real
i love my brother for real
never depend on the sl-t
can’t force it if he is my cut
them choices will make you a mutt
few years in the state
and the feds gave 200 months
off percs and 200 blunts
i get head for 200 bucks
i mix chanel with the fendi
shawty will k!ll you for singin’
shawty be lit with the benjis
and i f-cked twice in the hemy
fns tucked in the denims
high speed high speed
i lost guns in the rental
and i put drugs in my mental

[chorus]
no i don’t want yo’ apologizes
no, i don’t drink on no qualitest
my b-tch get the drink, she a pharmacist
i’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
how you trade on me how you trade?
was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
i had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
i said better look at the people that you played
yeah i ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

[verse 2]
we gon’ ball with a anthem
auntie went balled for the cancer
my uncle had died from stabbin’
i moved to the a now i’m dabbin’
ride 43 with no license
the opps is thinkin’ we isis
f-ck whoever don’t like it
i nut her face ’cause she triflin’
you left me to die in a rot
you left me to die on the block
wouldn’t think i would rise to the top
but i’ma ride with the glock
i k!ll for my brothers who for me
i hate when n-ggas say you love me
deep down wanna plug me
see me down be above me
he were my n-gga ’til the end i can’t trust ’em
if i ever see ’em now i screamin’ f-ck ’em
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no fool sh-t
he see me now he won’t do sh-t
i’m ridin’ with my gang

[chorus]
no i don’t want yo’ apologizes
no, i don’t drink on no qualitest
my b-tch get the drink, she a pharmacist
i’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
how you trade on me how you trade?
was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
i had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
i said better look at the people that you played
yeah i ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

- lil durk

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