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monarchy, we can slide out, touch bands
Come on, let's link, can't do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands

Shorty, do your dance and clap once (ooh)

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

call me big daddy while I'm hittin' it faster
You a nasty little freak I can tell by how you dance
The way you shakin' ass make me want to use my hands

clap and she do it wit' no hands
I ain’t throwin’ dollas cause for you I'd throw bands
Steppin' by me when I’m takin' shots of henny
I see that she dance

and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They

I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave

Girl is you nasty
Big bands, slapping down on her ass cheeks
I met her last week
Good girl, turn her into a damn freak
Girl is you nasty
She said she

got 'em mad, well I bash your fucking skull in
You say you're doing big shit? I can smell a lie
Yeah I got a big (Nick!), no need to televise
They get

time in which I consider to stop
I know it's corny you heard it a lot my right hand to god peyton belongs at the top
You put your hand in for handouts I

currency we got more diamonds
Look at them diamonds shinin', they shinin'
Make your bitch blind man we is so stupid

Migo Bands came with a whole lot of gold

you want to
Why you want to know where I live
Wait what
Yeah let me have peace at my crib
Paparazzi flip the cams on the bands on your man need no hands

Prolly ran by half a bitch
You keep race a thing we tripping on
But I don't give a damn ugh
Imma color myself in with sharpie
Cause I can
Yo chopper

bitch with some vans on
Twerking that ass to a dance song
Shawty wanna take her pants off
I guess she know my bands long
Pussy boy keep yo hands off
I'm

of the week you a damn fool
I got a knot in my pocket what about you
An you don’t gotta bag but your bitch do
She’ll make that ass clap when the rents due
I’m

your hands man
Some shit just hit me today
I was thinking about getting out minimum wage
Then was amazed
First I was hesitant
Start mixing the medicine

Careful (Click, Click)

Wu-Tang Clan

The W

2000

Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun

my hand
Okay? No nigga, don't put your hands up
Just watch (Watch it) my hand i'll do this
And then I'll do this let's try this (Clap)
(Wait, stop,

shaking that ass, make it clap clap clap
Yea, are you with this this, are you with that that?
Yea, smoking all those reggies, I don't about that
Yea, hand

Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap
Don't come to the club with no drama
You can leave all that shit with your momma
Get her hair done whenever she wanna
Right

deep (He dead)
Body after body, they sayin'
"It's just an accident" (Aye)
Big box truck screamin', "Fuck you
It's so passionate" (Aye)
Your life ends

and doubt it
Your love you just shout it
Im counting 6 bands 2 glocks in my hands
Just give me one minute you know theres no limit
I'm going insane
She giving

this shit by myself (myself)
Bitch I'm the man look at my hand
Water on me like I'm Phelps
Been had a plan been chasing bands
Just look at my neck (my

the main topic bitch I'm who they talk about
Big bands in my pocket I'm finna walk it out
A she gone make it clap ok ok
Yeah we be throwing racks ok ok
I

Cut your dough short like, "Easy man"
Believe me, you need to come see me man
My coke make smokers have a seizure man
A chick'll see my hand, and leave