letra de hands swole - t.y.
[chorus: t.y.]
sh-t i like to get high to the point it feel like i can fly
it’s just what it is i don’t know why
i don’t bossed up on so many n-ggas ran through so many hoes
counting money til’ my hands swole
[verse 1: t.y.]
ain’t nothing but a mother f-cking g thang
rolling up this weed while my n-gga paul sw-ngin
h-town flossed out, b-tch i get around
tipping on fours yea a n-gga comin’ down
excuse my paint ’cause my sh-t super wet
light hit the flakes watch em shine like baguettes
son of a gangsta mother f-cker you gon’ respect
i’m young, but i’m more than a vet
i gets money hoe
and all this thumbing through these hundreds they make my hands swole
i got a whip that b-tch could sit high and low
pinky rings and thumbs n-gga you know how we roll
i hear a lot of sh-t but i don’t ever see it though
bussin them moves, ’cause i gotta fill up some shoes
but imma lace ’em, and watch a n-gga walk through
never showing no love to a bopper
and you better watch who you call your patnas
[chorus: t.y.](x2)
sh-t i like to get high to the point it feel like i can fly
it’s just what it is i don’t know why
i don’t bossed up on so many n-ggas ran through so many hoes
counting money til’ my hands swole
[verse 2: paul wall]
all i do is smoke kush, stunt and get money
10 racks all 20’s count 500
drank thicker than some honey it ain’t never running
diamonds brighter than 3:00, my neck look sunny
i hit i-10, h-town to new orleans
full of marijuana and lean, (?)
hit the scene, go gleam i’m muddy as a stream
getting paper no strings, and share with the team
i never been a hater ’cause i’m player made
top down no shade but never throwing shade
i gotta get out and get it ’cause it ain’t nothing free
the only thing free to a playa is the penitentiary
3-2 said it best, cadillac on the crest
t.y. and paul wall on a quest
a real hustler in the flesh
one time for all my patnas in the crest
we smoking satellite, blessed
never stressed
[chorus: t.y.](x2)
sh-t i like to get high to the point it feel like i can fly
it’s just what it is i don’t know why
i don’t bossed up on so many n-ggas ran through so many hoes
counting money til’ my hands swole
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