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letra de hando - loaded lux

[intro: -sample-]
“you can’t do nothing if ya’ broke
listen to me young people and old people too
mostly black people, i’m talking to you
you can’t do nothing if ya’ broke”

[chorus: loaded lux]
(beloved) flying off the handle
i’ma f-ck it up and leave the money on the mantle
i do what they can’t do
and you gon’ learn to never send a boy to what a man do
lil’ mama want my handle
and she gon’ call me up to do the things that homie can’t do
and she just got the sample
but please don’t turn me off i’m on a whole ‘nother channel

[verse 1: loaded lux]
praise to the most high, real don’t die
‘member when you drove by, [?} so fly
come to find you was halving the whole time
all know-it-all’s ain’t all books and bow ties
(it’s yo’ time) flying off the handle
i’ma f-ck it up and leave this money on the mantle
i just want me and my close ties multi
done without making our souls cry no lie
wander the world with a woke eye know i
don’t wonder i know when someone just out to be noticed, focus
found out ya’ bogus lie with the gophers but i know it
blindfolded, you ain’t going in that’s ya’ mind going
these are the times, moments you got to decide on it
you supporting black and buying polo, i’m bipolar

[chorus: loaded lux]
(i know that} flying off the handle
it’s like every time we show up on the set i get ya’ cancelled
and we be lit like camphor
i just see my old chick up in this b-tch i make ’em brand new
i leave ya’ world a shambles
henny when we bring the water well, and all them call me shamu
a keeper on the bumble
i just smoke the boots, then i’m on a whole ‘nother channel

[verse 2: loaded lux]
that my brother twizzie that’s the brodie
these n-ggas don’t know me they just nosey
i hit her with the sword, that shin0bi
had her in the matrix, that niobe
she was talking dirty had to show me
she tell me it was better than they told me
you just want that parka missed her homie
i know you didn’t wanna hold me up just only want to hold me
know you wanna be my golden girl don’t want me mack like [?] be my michel’le obama be my beyoncé to hovie huh?

[chorus: loaded lux]
flying off the handle
i’ma f-ck it up and leave the money on the mantle
i do what they can’t do
and you gon’ learn to never send a boy to what a man do
lil’ mama want my handle
and she gon’ call me up to do the things that homie can’t do
and she just got the sample
but please don’t turn me off i’m on a whole ‘nother channel

[verse 3: loaded lux]
tell me homie what you know?
i said i’d rather you tell me then you show me how it go
who really wanna know?
i’m like above n-gga, i be on the low
ay, coochie or money, gucci or card?
kicking at you easy, it’s the choosing that’s hard
yo who go to work, who ain’t on they job
that pressure baby, nothing to do with a m-ssage
flying off the handle
my aunt like to gamble
oh you like to ramble?
i like playing rambo
quit wit’ ya’ jazzy, they like ya’ jazz (go j.b. smoove)
it’s ya’ jazz, yeah baby jazz (old soul)
the black monk was at the loneliest funk in my soul thang
had to miles on that a, was a cold train
oh man blow the whistle, blow the whistle
i’ma f-ck it- put the hook back right there boo

[outro: loaded lux]
what you know?

- loaded lux

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