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letra de got it handled - xavy rusan

[intro]
ayy, ayy, look

[verse 1]
i guess it’s by the grace of god or allah i done came up on some dollers
stunt like daddy on my mama, hallelujah
my n-gga, i ain’t trippin’
slippin’, fallin’, f-ck ’bout what these n-ggas talkin’
get your roll on, steven hawking, power to ya
i tried and i can’t give a f-ck, i just don’t know how
you n-ggas’ mouths is always runnin’, ain’t said nothin’ profound
they got me isolated, meditatin’, let in on sound
they bickerin’ about some politics and proper pr-nouns
that’s why i’m distant, dippin’, coolin’ somewhere with my shawday
i’m rollin’ up that weed, she cookin’, turnin’ on that sade
i visualized it in my head and went and got it my way
no baller blockers in my huddle, tryna figure my play
i get that cheese and flip that chicken, walkin’ spatula
you want a feature, that might cost you a new accura
my blood rushin’, now she suckin’, oh, you dracula?
she make it clap and i’m gon’ clap that sh-t right back at her
this sh-t spectacular

[chorus]
man, i just handle sh-t the best way that i know how
f-ck your commentary, you don’t know me nohow
if you feel it, you ain’t even gotta know how
how we made it this far, i don’t even know how
i just handle sh-t the best way that i know how
f-ck whoever hatin’, they don’t know me nohow
they can’t do it like we do it, they don’t know how
how we made it this far, i don’t even know how (uh)
[verse 2]
i guess it’s by my dna and diction
i got motion, they got friction
got these boppers out here pickin’ on a player maybe
and you could peep my disposition, know that i ain’t into wishin’
know my name, but i’m just lovin’ how you say it lately
i’m grown, i learned to smoke my weed and mind my business, b-tch
so f-ck them haters and they homies, we up in this b-tch
they in they feelings on that modem, boy, i thought i told ’em
i got my paper, dropped my scr-t-m, it’s too hot to hold ’em
and we still gleaming, we still mobbin’, i don’t plan on stoppin’
f-ck you gon’ do with all that flaugin’ when we on your noggin?
i know they lame, but i can’t hate ’em, that just ain’t my flavor
they claim my music underground, but b-tch, i live too major

[chorus]
and i just handle sh-t the best way that i know how
f-ck your commentary, you don’t know me nohow
if you feel it, you ain’t even gotta know how
how we made it this far, i don’t even know how
i just handle sh-t the best way that i know how
f-ck whoever hatin’, they don’t know me nohow
they can’t do it like we do it, they don’t know how
how we made this far, i don’t even know how

- xavy rusan

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