letra de hands! - william crooks
[hook: aaron cartier]
i’m boutta throw hands
who got blood on my vans?
chop the door off the van
i’m not saying it again
[verse 1: aaron cartier]
you can’t see me like i seen ’em
in that beamer no you [?]
i know [?] sawayama
b-tch i’m feeling like i’m rina
i know they ain’t know what i’m on
i’m a [?] in the bleachers
i remember when they used to sleep on me
now they believe us
this is not a red roof holiday
it’s a st. regis
swimmin’ with the fishes on sicilian beaches
i got water on my wrist
it’s feeling like i’m throwin’ fishes
feel like santa claus on christmas
got the bag i’m grantin’ wishes
in my double s [?] me with all of the drama
necklaces on me i can tussle, i don’t wanna
not about thе violence, way too busy shinin’
i can’t throw no hands with a fist full of diamonds
[hook: aaron cartier & -william crooks-]
i’m boutta throw hands
who got blood on my vans? (-on my vans-)
chop the door off thе van (-off the van-)
i’m not saying it again
(f-cked up in the daytime
it is a hundred degrees outside
it is a hundred and seven degrees outside)
[verse 2: william crooks]
wr-wr-wrist ice cold cause i broke it
i don’t [?] i smoke it
if i had a hundred bands i would blow that sh-t
throwin’ up like you pukin’ gravy
got me goin’ stupid
smokin’ weed inside a tool shed ’cause i really [?]
k!ll my ego and myself that’s a double murder
i got two flip phones that’s a double burner
will he ever get his shoes back? tune in
find out on next episode, forgive me while i [?]
[hook: aaron cartier & -william crooks-]
i’m boutta throw hands
who got blood on my vans? (-on my- on my vans-)
chop the door off the van (-off the van-)
i’m not saying it again
[verse 3: aaron cartier]
let’s go for a ride
off with the top back
put it in drive
[?] top spot
i feel like a hot spot
i walk in the fire
cartier, w-lly yeah we the greatest alive
got plans for the mans put her hands on the bands
try, they can try but they won’t ever win
can’t throw the hands cause it’s bad for the brand
but i bring a n-gga h-ll any other way i can
d-mn right
[verse 4: william crooks]
diamonds in my mouth
i been cuttin’ t–th
i just broke my wrist, i can barely read
i can count like a motherf-cker, though
i can count like a motherf-cker
clock got two hands ain’t got time for no friends
i’m not saying it again
i’m not saying it again
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