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my hands
It’s very sticky she ain’t using no hands
I rolled a spliff don’t remember the reason
Niggas salty like cajun seasoning
New designer that’s

Don't you know I've got time under my skin.

That's why I clap my hands, always on the beat.

I inhale the Now,

Shoot down the Next.

Winning

addicted to this (yea I'm addicted)
I’m addicted to this (can't live without it)
I’m addicted to this
I got my hands on yo hips girl bring me them lips

out that door
And you could see on me
Ain’t had a strategy before
But I got plans now
A risk taker
I won’t ask you for no hands out
They Trying to push

right
Gat tight in my hands I ain't letting go
Let me hold you closer never let you go
My lady nina kupenda i promis to love you forever and ever

her compare shades on my hand, no
Big deal, just helping out my best friend. As we
Were walking out a guy also with his girlfriend
Saw my hand and said,

just because

It’s been a minute since I been touched,
Been a minute since I been touched
Scar-face on my hands, never leave struck
Scar-face on my

insecure
I got to keep her safe, cause she is just to pure
So fuck it, held my hand out for the hell of it
The alpha males are looking, so am i the perfect

dich seh wow 
Blonde Haare, Ring an der Hand Ja ich liebe dich verdammt 
Brauche keine hoe bist meins for ever

Bist mein demon girl
Die einzige der ich

destiny
Raise your hands up in the air this is what I was born to be

Hook: (Ryder D'Arelli)
Now I can see that this is me
Now I can be who I was born to be

Verse: I know you like this
One hand on your hip
One hand on your knee got you biting your lip 
And twisting your hips like your Hula hoopin 
Dudes

(Pre-Chorus)
I'll decide your fate, feel your bones as they break 
These hands of rage are fueled by hate
(Chorus)
Have you had, have you had enough
What's left,

a biggest risk satisfy you greed
 
Lady Fortune deal the cards again
Two eights and aces, oh no the deadman’s hand

Dazed and confused the way we all begin

in der Hand
Begrabe mein Misstrauen in Ostdeutschem Sand
In mir die sprunghafte Vielfalt meines Bruders
Wie meine Cousine beim Halten des Ruders
Die

dance when the profit come in quick
I don’t do the holding hands, n*gga get on yo sh*t
Brody down bad, he might just hit another lick
 
I ain’t get no

And now, the final frame
Love is a losing game
Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
Self-professed,

of Donner Party stew

An arm, a leg, a rib, a thigh
A Donner Party Christmas don't be shy
A hand, a foot, a tongue, an eye
The presents keep coming as party

the upper hand 
U just gotta understand 
That I don’t need u 
I want u 
Tryna get the upper hand 
Baby u don’t understand 
I don’t need u I want u 

Don’t

Tell me tell me tell me tell me 
You think I don’t know I’m hot  
You think I don’t know I’m hot 

I need a drink in my hand 
And a tip for the band 
I

There is a man with a plan
That none of us fully understand.
We were taken by the hand, led into the sand
Where the horror began.

Experimenting

to his hardest soldiers
I aint tryna dwell on the bad times I aint on it
Knowing if these niggas had my hand they would've folded

Cause I don't be tryna

Gotta clinch my fist don’t miss you 
I could tat my hand and could cover my wrist with the black ink still no issue 
I could switch my pivot

You really tried it you showed me your hand
You pleaded over and over again
Yeah
Now you just sick wit your henny in hand 
Henny in hand
 All in your

nah don’t approach me with your hand out
Only get dick and we put your hand down
Hell no I don’t approach me with your hand out 
I ain’t nothing like