Lyrics:
from the dough that her man makes
We got our own handshake
Her titties ain't fake
Fucking in the car cause we just can't wait to get home
Early in
altar
Attended by no one of visible means
Could be a warning shining us on, but we're far too gone
We're on our way to see some Johnny
Representing
The city is a trap
In which we fling our worries
And grasp for somebody's promise
Of the good life
Forever changing plans
Restrained by
Bye Bye bye Bye
It's goodbye bye bye borderline
It's goodbye bye bye borderline
You reached the point
You gotta feel what it means by
Holding our
the fields
Gas, break, dip, scrape
Smoke it, up, figure eight
How I scrape? Goldie's a eight
Pull up, dig in my nose, and give you handshake
40-Agua, lent me
You say, too much water
Has gone under the bridge by now.
I say that bridges
Are all that's left for us now.
Each side of the river, the city is
by snake eyes as the playa hate rise
New York state side to the West side
Fuck the best rhyme, best respect mine, from here
To Palestine watch Sunz
to seconds before going back
But step by step we'll take your hand
Step by step by step we'll book your band again
Handshakes and rulings, exclusion forms
Please, remember me
Happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin
The time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house
The roadmap to freedom translates as a fake
Handshakes and mistakes
Turned into heartaches when losers have lost
All their give and their take
To anybody that embody the love for they kids, keep the family away
They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him, keep the family away
I'm lookin' to shoot
Please, remember me
Happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin
The time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house
I never thought a handshake and a smile would turn into more
Never thought that my heart had the potential of being yours
I won't say I'm not afraid
Yeah yeah
Shump Official
Dosha Burna
Uh, check yea (okay)
I'm on my fly shit when I ride by (ride by)
Smooth with this groove baby I'm sky high (sky
on a Banshee, yeah
Nigga, fuck your handshake, yeah
I feel like I'm the last real rapper 'cause these niggas weird
Nah, these niggas queers, sippin' Ac',
sealin' deals with a handshake like before
Country ain't country no more
No, country ain't country no more
[Chorus]
The back 40 was sold to make up
moves to make, transactions to handshakes
Drugs for papes, now I'm sellin' CDs and tapes
Funerals and wakes caused by greed and hate
A snake is still
Now once Keyaun say hit the safe, raise the stakes
'Tics in fifty states, might as well blaze the cake
I got moves to make, transactions to handshakes
the local governor, a southerner
Sought after by the whole battalion
Fell out a snake within the handshake
Get the drop on them then he exploited the mistake
Alzheimer's, that's true
Fox News was started by a black dude, also true
Convinced my experiences were meant to be
Helps me navigate as they validate theyy
A word is good on a handshake
Preacher still talks about a judgment day
People gonna stop when a funeral passes by
We say yes sir and say yes ma'am
Weed is by my side, it's always been there.
Always been there, always been there.
Weed is by my side, it's always been there.
Always been there,
roads to load the dead to someone else's field
And it's the end of falling back on breaking backs and aching handshakes
And playing fields conducted by
and merry Johnny Rotten
Chewed up and swallowed by the profit they were trying to follow
Bit too green and we paid no tax on our quick romantic cul de sac
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