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letra de handz up - luh tyler

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mr. ski, n-gga
(thanks, yakree)
ski
n-gga, yeah, ayy, n-gga

[chorus]
ridin’ ’round town smokin’ gas (yeah, yeah)
all i wanna do is count them racks (yeah, n-gga)
‘member i was broke, i can’t go back, uh-uh
i can only f-ck her if she bad, uh-huh
once i grabbed the mic, jumped in my bag, uh (yeah, yeah)
she say, “what’s your hobby?” chasin’ cash, runnin’ bands up (a bag)
she just wanna f-ck me ’cause i’m lit, that’s that fan stuff
yeah, yeah, if you a bad b-tch, then put your hands up (put your hands up)

[verse 1]
all these diamonds on me with the stars, my sh-t dancin’ (d-mn, d-mn)
don’t hit my phone, if it ain’t ’bout a check, i won’t answer (on god)
every day, i’m runnin’ up that check, tryna get it (yеah, n-gga)
bust the rollie down, i don’t got no time for thеse b-tches (ice, ice, ice)
they ain’t never think that we would shine ’til we did it (on god)
check my roster, all my b-tches fine, yeah, they pretty (bad b-tch)
bro done lost his mind, he ridin’ ’round with that switchy (grrah)
every day, i’m on the grind, tryna put that bag up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
only baddies ’round, if she ain’t fine, tell her back up (tell her back up)
n-gga hatin’ just ’cause his life ain’t like mine, that sh-t sad, bruh (that sh-t sad, bruh)
paper chaser, i’m a money fiend for that cash, yeah (yeah)
must think she a city girl ’cause all she wanna do is act up
[chorus]
ridin’ ’round town smokin’ gas (smokin’ gas, n-gga)
all i wanna do is count them racks (yeah, yeah)
‘member i was broke, i can’t go back, uh-uh (n-gga, yeah)
i can only f-ck her if she bad, uh-huh (b-tch, on god, n-gga)
once i grabbed the mic, jumped in my bag, uh (in my bag, n-gga)
she say, “what’s your hobby?” chasin’ cash, runnin’ bands up (chasin’ cash)
she just wanna f-ck me ’cause i’m lit, that’s that fan stuff
yeah, yeah, if you a bad b-tch, then put your hands up

[verse 2]
came in with a pocket full of cheese, i got cheddar now (yeah)
not the type to sit up on my ass like them other guys
she walked in the room, seen mr. ski, she got b-tterflies (yeah)
i didn’t think this rappin’ sh-t was me, but i love it now
yeah, yeah, all my diamonds hit, uh (ice)
yeah, yeah, yeah, outside with that sh-t, uh (n-gga, frrt)
yeah, yeah, yeah, la with my b-tch, uh (n-gga, d-mn)
yeah, yeah, yeah, she showin’ me tricks, yeah, uh (ugh, ugh)
a b-tch that ain’t gon’ go, that don’t exist, n-gga, on bro (no, that don’t exist)
feel like frozone ’cause my f-ckin’ wrist like a snow globe
i can’t never go broke for no b-tch, that’s a no-go (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s a no-go)

[chorus]
ridin’ ’round town smokin’ gas (smokin’ gas, n-gga)
all i wanna do is count them racks (count them racks, n-gga)
‘member i was broke, i can’t go back, uh-uh (n-gga, yeah, yeah)
i can only f-ck her if she bad, uh-huh
once i grabbed the mic, jumped in my bag, uh (in my bag, n-gga)
she say, “what’s your hobby?” chasin’ cash, runnin’ bands up (yeah)
she just wanna f-ck me ’cause i’m lit, that’s that fan stuff
yeah, yeah, if you a bad b-tch, then put your hands up
[outro]
yeah, put your hands up
yeah, yeah, if you a bad b-tch, then put your hands up
yeah, ski

- luh tyler

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