Handle It
City God
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Handle it Handle it Be yo own man Nigga handle it Better handle it Hammers sparking on you Like them candles lit Gotta Handle it Handle it Handle it Be yo own man Nigga handle it Better handle it Hammers sparking on you Like them candles lit Gotta Handle it Them niggas lookin for you F*ck the LAPD You know that foreign stolen Bet the pigs can't see me Foreign Lane switching Windows tinted Trynna bust some pills out a nigga ID He from out of town And they still don't try me All that damn hustle Better Flex that muscle I'm trynna get a hunnid mill Just like RUSSLE And HUSSLE What you do to get searched by the crew We don't take no bitching And We don't f*ck with snitches I hope he ain't run off with the loot Made it to the District I know my top is missin I can't see shit wit all them flashing lights Momma always told me 3 lefts make a right I need to get that bread And get out of sight Police right behind me And they wanna fight I think they missed they turn And So I ducked That was just my luck 3 niggas pulled up asking where you from I bust my gun then I gotta run I been on the run I'm always up to something Caused a whole scene in a different hood Now I'm gone for good The Streets don't love you Nigga Up to no good I can't get caught Is that Misunderstood ? Smashing up Deane Almost lost my wood My wheels burning rubber And they hot I can't miss that light The Police still searching But I'm out of sight I can't swerve unless I'm high as a kite It's so hard trying to live right Stopped by my bitch house Had to drop off pipe So verbal Baby she said she waited all night Closing curtains Kissing on my body Craving me that's for certain She said turn off the lights I hear him lurkin Ghetto bird flying all night You so nervous I think I love this bitch She f*ck me good on purpose Wrapped around my body like a turbin Ride it so good I Might buy this bitch a Birkin Or take bitch to Berlin Right before she gave me head Told little baby I gotta get this bread And catch this play before he end up dead That's just my luck that's how I gotta play it Split that bread screaming F*ck the feds nigga Married to that money Like newly wed nigga Real nigga Hill figure Straight up Out The Hills nigga Big pockets 6 figures Slid to home base real nigga New pussy got me feelin different I feel different Handle it Handle it Be yo own man nigga handle it Better handle it Hammers sparking on you like them candles lit Gotta Handle it Handle it Handle it Be yo own man Nigga handle it Better handle it Hammers sparking on you like them candles lit Gotta Handle it
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